Yes, I am a teenage girl Yes, I am a teenage girlYes, I am a teenage girl1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
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 a
Romano X Reader - How To Babysit An ItalianRomano X Reader - How To Babysit An Italian3 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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 _________!”
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.Lousy Tips for Writing1 month ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
2) Unplug your headphones. Music is evil. Music without words is also ev
My Little Wreck-it Ralph: This Day Aria(King Candy)My Little Wreck-it Ralph: This Day Aria2 weeks ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
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!
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
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
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,
a poem for that one guy -edit-Roses are reda poem for that one guy -edit-1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
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.
PREY NO MOREPREY NO MOREPREY NO MORE3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
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.
Homosexuality BitesThey found me slumped over in the school showersHomosexuality Bites1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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 pa
Warphorisme XXXQuand un chevalier Jedi se fait berner, c'est un peu le dindon de la force.Warphorisme XXX1 month ago in Editorial More Like This
et bonne journée, hein moi je vais prendre le train à la gare des étoiles
IndependentIndependent3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
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 w
Proxy PledgeI am a Proxy.Proxy Pledge3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
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.
England X Reader X America - I'm Sorry (Part 1)England X Reader X America - I'm Sorry (Part 1)1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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 t
If you give in, they winIf you give in, they win:If you give in, they win1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
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 th
A not so damsel (BTT X Reader)A not so damsel (BTT X Reader)2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
“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 sudde
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.Relationship Problems, GermanyxReader3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
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 exac
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - PrologueForgotten Past - Part 1 - Prologue1 week ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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 h
Tea with the RabbitTea with the rabbit todayTea with the Rabbit2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
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
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 across
Don't Touch: America and Pregnant ReaderDon't Touch: America and Pregnant ReaderDon't Touch: America and Pregnant Reader2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
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&rs
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 1Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 11 week ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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
My Protector: Overprotective!DenmarkxBlind!ReaderMy Protector: Overprotective!DenmarkxBlind!Reader3 weeks ago in Settings More Like This
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 head
The Real WritersThe Real Writers:The Real Writers3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
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.
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 monst