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Yes, I am a teenage girl Yes, I am a teenage girl
No, I don't squeal over One Direction
No, I don't wear mini skirts
No, I don't curl my hair everyday
No, I don't need my phone 24/7

Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I prefer Edward Scissorhands over Edward Cullen
Yes, I like violent video games
Yes, I like action movies
Yes, I listen to Rock

Yes, I am a teenage girl
No, I don't draw hearts all over my homework
No, I don't spend 20 minutes trying to make myself resemble a porcelain doll
No, I'm not afraid to cry
No, I don't party every weekend

Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I hate reality shows
Yes, my hair is short and messy
Yes, I'd rather walk in the woods
Yes, I aYes, I am a teenage girl1 month ago in Free Verse

Romano X Reader - How To Babysit An Italian

You tossed your school bag on the floor and collapsed on your bed. “Thank God it’s Friday!” You cheered as you reached under your bed and pulled out a chocolate bar from your ‘secret stash’.

As you chomped down on your delicious treat, your cell phone buzzed in your pocket. You pulled it out and smirked, it was your long-time friend Antonio.

“Hey Toni” you answered, mouth full of chocolate.

“Hello _________! What is my good friend doing today?”

“Lying on her bed getting fat on chocolate. You?”

“Well, I have a little teeny tiny favour to ask of you _________!” Romano X Reader - How To Babysit An Italian3 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters

Lousy Tips for Writing1) Trim your nails. Those little clumps of dead cells and protein are evil. This varies for every person, but as an avid pianist and amateur violinist, it’s always good to keep your most important tools sharp—or in this case—flat. Having long fingernails reduces accuracy and confidence in placing your fingers on the keys. One false move, and it’s a slip! You might even end up with a typo. I have a nasty knack of going back and correcting a misspelled word (when I find one), but that throws me off balance forcing me to restart my writing momentum.

2) Unplug your headphones. Music is evil. Music without words is also evLousy Tips for Writing1 month ago in Reviews & Guides

My Little Wreck-it Ralph: This Day Aria(King Candy)
This day is going to be perfect
The kind of day I dreamed of since I was plugged in
Everypony will gather 'round
Say how I look lovely in my crown
What they don't know is that I've committed a sin!
(Vanellope)
This day was going to be perfect
The kind of day I dreamed of since I was plugged in
But instead of having cake
With all my friends to celebrate
The Random Roster Race, they wouldn't let me in
(King Candy)
I do not care about eclairs
I won't partake in any cake
Oh, I'll be lying when I say
That through any kind of weather
I just want to protect her
The truth is I don't care for her at all
No, Vanellope won't race
In my code, she has no place
But I still want all the fame and pride
(Vanellope)
Must escape before it's too late
Find a way to save the day
Hope I'll be lying if I say,
"I don't fear that I won't make it
'gainst the one who wants to take it
And be playable in each and every day"
'Cause I wanna win the race
In my code, I have a place
Oh, my dear Stinkbrain,My Little Wreck-it Ralph: This Day Aria2 weeks ago in Songs & Lyrics

a poem for that one guy -edit-Roses are red

Violets are blue

If I ever go down

You’re coming too.

Tell all those secrets

Tell all those lies.

Our friendship fades, and slowly dies.

I tried my best

to be your friend.

but I guess all good things come to an end.

A hug or two ago,

you used to rock me to and fro.

Every time you walked by, I was speechless

Every time you spoke I was breathless

Every time we touched I was helpless.

I was trying to make you mine

But I guess I ran out of time.a poem for that one guy -edit-1 month ago in Free Verse

PREY NO MOREPREY NO MORE

Rope dug into Patrick’s wrists as he struggled to free his hands. His hot, damp breath washed over his face, trapped by the fabric sack secured over his head.

A floorboard creaked. Patrick froze, his back rigid against the chair, and strained his ears. Another creak.

“Hello?” he called.

The sound of swishing fabric.

“Who’s there? Where am I? Why’d you bring me here?” Blurred memories swam through his mind: drinking at the bar; stumbling home; a shadow sweeping out from an alley.

Fingers grasped his chin and jerked his head upward. “Hush.” A woman’s voice.PREY NO MORE3 weeks ago in Short Stories

Homosexuality BitesThey found me slumped over in the school showers
With a towel loosely wrapped around my waist
Scalding hot water was blistering my skin
As I bled from an unspeakable place

A hard-handed teacher dragged me to my feet
With little or no sign of sympathy
For the bruising to my feeble framed ribcage
And the fractures to my identity

I think they all thought that I had it coming
As no one was willing to testify
That the sodomy inflicted upon me
Was something to which I hadn’t complied

Boisterous boys laughing in the corridors
As I shamefully limped throughout the day
Not a thought for the pain that was inflicted
Just worried for what my paHomosexuality Bites1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Warphorisme XXXQuand un chevalier Jedi se fait berner, c'est un peu le dindon de la force.
et bonne journée, hein moi je vais prendre le train à la gare des étoilesWarphorisme XXX1 month ago in Editorial

Independent

The sun was headed down towards the horizon, its bright light shining down onto a single road. Forest and trees were alongside the road, a few birds could be seen in the trees; chirping happily and living their lives. The road led into a small town, but before it reached that town, there was a small building next to it.

This building was single story, and had a large front and back yard. Small playground equipment was displayed out in both of them. It seemed like a nice little place, maybe a daycare or something like that. But upon closer inspection, it was not as enjoyable as it had seemed.

It was an old, abandoned building. The paint wIndependent3 weeks ago in Short Stories

The holeI was walking, and then IThe hole2 weeks ago in Short Stories

Proxy PledgeI am a Proxy.

I live only to serve.

You are my Master.

I will fight and die for you.

I am willing to accept

that my normal life is over.

I know that I cannot

return to how I was.

I will accept

any mission without question.

I will complete

any mission without fail.

I will accept my partner

no mater who he is.

I will not question

why I have been given one.

I cannot question.

I will not disobey.

I am aware that I can be replaced.

I do not expect kind treatment from my master.

I am not human, nor am I a demon.

I am a Proxy.

And I'm here to serve you.Proxy Pledge3 weeks ago in Short Stories

England X Reader X America - I'm Sorry (Part 1)

You looked down at your watch, 6:30pm. Your boyfriend should be home soon. You sighed and fiddled with the remote. Your house was always so quiet and boring without Arthur. His boss had been making him work overtime and he had been a bit grumpy lately so you tried your hardest not to tick him off.

You stared up at the ceiling and puffed out your cheeks.
God there is always crap on T.V on Thursday nights. You looked down at your watch again, 6:34. You let out a frustrated sigh and nibbled at your finger nails. Maybe you should do something nice for him? Like cook him a nice romantic dinner! And then afterwards you could give him a naughty tEngland X Reader X America - I'm Sorry (Part 1)1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters

If you give in, they winIf you give in, they win:

There ain't no one in the world who can decide your limit,
Cause if you're playing this game, then you're playin' to win it.

I don't believe in the words of the hopeless and dry;
These wings are born full of freedom and they're achin' to fly.

I don't care if the world gives me scars on my back,
Cause I will wear them with pride over a suit that is black.

I am the heaven and the hell and I'll make you believe it;
I am an angel and a demon and I swear that you'll feel it.

Cause I ain't never gonna give in - never say die.
Until the moment that I am ash I will always have tried.

Until the very last minute, when thIf you give in, they win1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word

A not so damsel (BTT X Reader)

“Zhere’s notzhing to do!!!” Gilbert complained loudly to his companions as Francis read and Antonio sucked on a lollipop while doodling on the back of a blank report.
“I don’t know what to tell you mon ami.” Francis replied running a hand through his silky blonde hair.

He, however; glanced over to see Antonio not listening since he was totally enthralled in his drawing. After raising an eyebrow Francis asked, “What are you drawing zhere?”

The tanned male looked up and grinned cheekily. “Hahaha I was drawing myself rescuing a chica, that would be fun would it not?” The in a suddeA not so damsel (BTT X Reader)2 weeks ago in Short Stories

Relationship Problems, GermanyxReader He wasn’t really one for relationships, even simple friendships managed to confuse him. If one needed an example all they would have to do is look at how he acted around that Italian.

No, Ludwig Beilschmidt wasn’t really one for relationships, no matter how uninvolved they were. He didn’t easily converse with people, and more often than not he would rather remain alone so that he wouldn’t be bothered by having to look out for anyone. At least, that is what he often told himself when he had time to think or whenever he felt the need to mutter a small complaint under his breath. However, this wasn’t exacRelationship Problems, GermanyxReader3 weeks ago in Short Stories

Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Prologue

Kagekao looked out at the sky. It was a beautiful blue, fluffy white clouds drifted by the hot sun lazily. Birds sang their happy songs joyfully as they swooped through the air. It was midday; too soon to go out and ‘play.’

Kage was sitting on the roof of a house, just thinking to himself. His hood was down and his black and white striped scarf was flowing in the wind. He felt odd, like something was there, but then again it wasn’t. The feeling made him feel depressed and sad. He felt like he was forgetting something important, and he desperately wanted to remember it.

Someone else climbed onto the roof and approached hForgotten Past - Part 1 - Prologue1 week ago in Introductions & Chapters

Tea with the RabbitTea with the rabbit today
just the same as every day,
every single day and every single night.

And when he danced and sang
I could not join in merriment
for the ropes that bound did not budge

"Merry Unbirthday!"
He would scream and cry while sipping tea,
and I would laugh while hiding tears.

He said he was late,
for what I know naught,
but he did not leave my nightmare.

“The Queen of Hearts is evil!”
And I agreed blindly. Yet I could not help
but wonder if she was really the evil one.

Dormouse, his friend of valiant honor,
rammed his sword into my thigh
and grinned when I wept and bled.

And my one and only friend sat acrossTea with the Rabbit2 weeks ago in Free Verse

Don't Touch: America and Pregnant ReaderDon't Touch: America and Pregnant Reader

He tried his best to resist; using cold sodas and bags of crunchy chips to fill the bottomless void that was his stomach. The thought of disappointing her should’ve been enough, but it was futile. It was waiting for him. Its creamy sweet existence radiated from inside the frozen cell and called out. He remembered, begrudgingly, that it was for his relatives, the Kirkland’s, most of whom just wanted the free food and drinks. They wouldn’t care if there was nothing to go with the pie. He convinced himself one spoonful would satisfy the itching thirst on his tongue and she wouldn&rsDon't Touch: America and Pregnant Reader2 weeks ago in Short Stories

Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 1

Around 21 years ago in Japan there was a city. This city seemed normal, like the others, but it had something different about it; it was plagued by two resident demons and two wandering shinigami (Death god).

Unfortunately for the citizens of this city, the shinigami and demons did what one would expect them to do; murder people. Although once in a while someone managed to wound one of them, the creatures always got away with their malicious deeds. And like many creatures of this sort, most people thought of them as just a myth to frighten children.

“Don’t stay up past dark or the demons will get you!” People would tell Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 11 week ago in Introductions & Chapters

My Protector: Overprotective!DenmarkxBlind!Reader

Ever since I was a born, I've been blind. My orbs have had a cloudy
film over them, according to the doctors, making my vision black. Growing up was one of the hardest
things I've had to do in my life. In school, I couldn't read because I couldn't
see the words, I couldn't look at painting and admire them, and I couldn't
go outside without one of my parents watching me.

One day, my father agreed to take me outside so I could run around and play a
little. In the first thirty minutes, my father got distracted from watching me
and he started talking to one of my neighbors. Without realizing, I walked out
into the streets where a car was headMy Protector: Overprotective!DenmarkxBlind!Reader3 weeks ago in Settings

The Real WritersThe Real Writers:

There are those who sit with their laptops and tablets,
Clothed in a scarf and an artistic hat of some sort.
They ponder; leaving a stack of books beside them,
Sipping their decaf as though they are literature personified.

Posers...

What works do they prepare, other than blatant copies,
Perhaps a half-baked romance designed to woo a lady.
So convinced are they, of their own aptitude;
They are blinded by the beams of their burgeoning ego.

For the writer is not the man who is tapping away at keys,
He is not the man fervently reading with lensless glasses.
He is not the hipster debating ancient literature.
For he is a monstThe Real Writers3 weeks ago in Free Verse

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