2 ::Pastel::Gerard was serenely working on a new drawing to fuel his boredom when he was startled by a loud crashing sound outside in the living room. He jumped up from his chair where he was seated before his desk and rushed out of the office room door, pastels in one hand and the other frantically turning the door knob. He walked down the hall of stairs that led to the living space, his eyes widened when he saw his husband on his hands and knees infront of the coffee table. The glass table was in shatters and his husbands hands were bloody and cut, he looked around the room quickly before heading to the side of his lover.2 ::Pastel::4 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"Frankie! What happened!" Hi
PastelUn día pastel.Pastel5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Así el pastel día, en que todo parecía ser un film de cine-arte, en que cada cosa tenía variadas acepciones metafóricas llenas de imágenes literarias, analógicas notables y las cosas adquirían magia, o algo similar.
Así en la cremosa habitación, la chocolatosa almohada que hacia juego de colores con el biscocho esponjoso de colochón. En el pastel mundo de colores tenues opacos, el sujeto se levanta, entre las sabanas de nata. Usó una bata a franjas blancas y azules muy cremosos y fue a bañarse, el sol de mantequilla estaba a 1 cuarto en el cielo y el mereng
Hated.I know I'll always be hated,Hated.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but can't you hate me because I'm a bitch?
Because I speak my mind and it just so happens to offend you?
Because I'll punch you the fuck out if you so much as touch someone close to me?
What about because I'm such a smartarse?
Because I say a big 'fuck you' to your society?
Because I'm not afraid to tell you exactly what I think of you?
Because I hate you too?
Because our values are different?
Because I do what I want?
Because you want what I have?
Because you hate everyone?
Hate me because you disagree with me.
Or because you hate my best friend.
Hate me, because sometimes I hate too.
Avatar Legend of Korra OC-BioAvatar Legend of Korra OC-Bio1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Birthday: March 15
Blood Type: A
Marital Status: Single
Relatives: Bumi (Grandfather), Jinhai (Father, waterbender), Chiharu (mother, non-bender), Ayo (brother, waterbender), Tenzin (Great-uncle).
Occupation: Newspaper Reporter.
Base of Operations: Republic City
Appearance: Meili has long, wavy black hair that ends around the middle of her back. She usually keeps it up in a neat bun on the top of her head, she leaves out two long pieces which frame her face with straight across bangs. She has large blue eyes and a round face.
Meili is slight but solid. She
Some Old Man I Really Hate.Father (Is that what I should call you?),Some Old Man I Really Hate.3 years ago in Letters More Like This
This isn't about why you hate me. I know exactly why.
We all know how much you wanted a girl. You got one physically that is.
We all know what you really wanted.
You didn't just want a girl You wanted a perfect girl. A girl, your idea of perfect.
I wasn't meant to play with boys.
I wasn't meant to like sport, or to climb trees, or get in the mud.
I wasn't meant to ask you why boys can only like girls, and girls can only like boys.
I definitely wasn't meant to tell you that I was different.
I wasn't meant to read or write or wonder.
I wasn't meant to pay more attention to teac
Oneword: PastelOneword: Pastel1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
John ran his eyes over the stark white planes next to him in bed, smooth and unblemished and oh-so-touchable. Sherlock tried to ignore John's unabashed staring, his eyes buried in his book as he scooted a little further back against the headboard. After another chapter, however, he became agitated at the scrutiny. "John." He peered down at the serene doctor, curled on his side, who met his gaze with a bit of a dopey grin. "You were staring? What's on your mind?"
John rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling as though to shield him a bit from the personal confession, "I was just... Kinda got caught up in... How beautiful you can be someti
Mad Hatter -Belial-casually ominous, he stoodMad Hatter -Belial-7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a silken top-hat overshadowing
his mischievous sapphire eyes
and spoke this hell sent prophet
with intoxicating words
that choked and smothered
"Oh, what lovely lies do fall from your lips"
crimson lips curved upward
in sinister mockery of a smile
his slim white gloved hand
gently cupped my cheek
wicked sapphire eyes bore into mine
"Devils never lie"
from darkness he came
and into shadow he vanished
the only proof of his presence
a single ebon feather
fluttered softly to the ground
Oil Pastel VeinsShe tests broken pensOil Pastel Veins4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
against her skin,
composing age-old arias
with every stroke.
Boring ever deeper
into flesh and bone.
Watching as her bloodstream
collides with coloured ink,
sinking deep below.
that of oil pastel,
set aflame, combusting
amidst the fires
of a raging heart.
Epitaph for a DolphinEpitaph for a Dolphin7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We wandered in our sunlit shoals floating
belly up, and laughing at our own magnificence
we thumbed our noses at the birds.
-They cannot know what it is to fly.
The treetops were conquered by our borrowed hammers,
and we laid upon glorious two-by-fours debating clouds
or any other thing of significance. We watched the wind
pull and play against our scrawled sign which clearly stated
there were 'no girls allowed'.
Pastel fish flaunted. Taunted us to twilight; deeper waters,
grey areas. Flaunted and fled: left us drifting.
Disguised as dank school busses; necessities hauled us off.
Famously painted, they mimed the sun,
Bleach OC Bio: Kozue FukkashiBleach OC Bio: Kozue Fukkashi2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Hiragana: こずえ 風花し
Age: Physically about 14
Birthday: February 22
Weight: 115 lbs
Blood type: A
Relatives: Drazon Fukkashi (Father), Miki Fuyuno (Mother)
Affiliation: Gotei 13, Soul society.
Occupation: 3rd seat of the 9th division.
Base of operations: Division 9 barracks, seireitei, soul society.
Appearance: Kozue is at an average height and weight for his age. He has brown eyes which he inherited from his Father. His hair is a dark forest green, which flips out in all directions and is rather messy. His bangs are side swept and longer pieces of h
Depression,Depression, is when I wake up under a train, and I can't move.Depression,3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Depression, is when my brain turns off and my body sits there, motionless, a hollow plaster cast.
Depression, is when I open my eyes, but can't see.
Depression, is when I'm pretty convinced that nothing is real.
Depression, is when I'm curled up in a ball, crushed in a landslide.
Depression, is when I cry until my eyes are raw, and wake up confused.
Depression, is when I lose faith, hope, love, and interest, in absolutely everything.
Depression, is when I forget to eat, and sleep, and talk, and shower.
Depression, is a black narrowing slippery slide.
Depression, is a
Dear ReflectionDear Reflection,Dear Reflection3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are almost everything I hate.
You're a lot like me, or so you seem.
You've fooled me for long enough,
That I was you, and you were me.
You are nothing but a cold-hearted bitch.
You prey on my pride, play with my emotions, and give my self-esteem a hard, sharp slap in the face.
You force me to believe, that I am what I see, in you.
But I am not cold. I do not mock the validity of others, nor do I feed on their pain.
I never told you, you were not good enough.
I never shoved your flaws down your throat.
I never lied to you.
I never told you anything close, to what you told me.
I counted on you
Pastel SunshineThis is a small part of the story of Princess Tulla. An ordinary, but nonetheless hardworking, girl who lives in a world where fairy tales come alive. She was chosen to be the next princess in the newest story, but at the last moment her dearest Prince Charming ran away with Cinderella. Leaving poor Tulla to have to make a substitute with the boy she can hardly stand, a former merchant called Rizzi.Pastel Sunshine2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Told from Tulla's point of view.
"Can I take a break yet?" Rizzi removed his red headband and dabbed the rest of his forehead with it. "I've been at this all afternoon!"
"Practice makes perfect." Was my simple reply to him.
Rizzi and I where
PastelYour eyes were a melted mixture of moonlight and dusty lavender that spilled from the sky and dried as the jet black of ink on my paper. I smudged you out with the calloused pads of my fingers but you stained them with memories of humid summer air and freckles. You were never a boy of wisdom, and your carelessness was like the washed out color of bleached plastic. We explored a world of Macaroni & Cheese and pale green foliage and you kissed me quickly and awkwardly while the breeze wound through our fingers like unseen snakes and chilled our sweaty skin.Pastel1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Somehow I took a liking to the sharp, narrow angles and points that were glued toget
COMPLETELY REDONE- Bleach OC Bio: Miki FuyunoCOMPLETELY REDONE- Bleach OC Bio: Miki Fuyuno4 months ago in Profiles More Like This
(Please note that this character resides in an alternate universe with a separate gotei and story so as not to interfere with canon characters and canon story line.)
Name: Miki Fuyuno.
Age: 300's but appears to be in her early twenties.
Birthday: December 3rd
Position: 5th Division Captain.
Weight: 108 lbs
Appearance: At first glance you can notice that Miki is quite short, only standing at a mere four foot ten inches. She has a round and somewhat childish faced which causes her to put extra effort into looking less juvenile. Her eyes are on the large side and are a shade of violet. Despite her he
Painted in pastelI glow a golden strength,Painted in pastel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the darkness sprinting away
to stand at the fraying edges.
I glare at it menacingly,
daring it to attack.
A supernova blinds me,
sapping my strength.
You love the sight
of a defenceless warrior,
scared and confused,
crouching to the ground.
But I stand tall,
shattering your hold.
I shine brilliant blues,
swallowing your darkness
Gold and Crystal: PrologueGold and Crystal: Prologue1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The morning air was fresh, lovely, and rehabilitating in the pleasantries of the Soul Society. Many of the Shinigami were already out training or doing what they did for their normal days. For the eleventh Division it would be training brutally, the seven division it would be architecture, and for the ninth division it was maintaining law and order among the castle of Seireitei. However, the faithful leader of the Ninth Division was within the confines of his grand division's headquarters. Arashi Konpaku, the Storm Soul of Soul Society as well as the Captain of the Ninth Division was within his quarters doing his paperwork, not that he minde