Red Rose of BeautyRed Rose of Beauty1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Red rose of beauty
With thorns so sharp and yet leaves so fragile
Red like the purest blood.
So harmless, yet so harmful.
Red rose of beauty let me pick you with fragility, take care of you
with love and forever watch your leaves grow.
Red rose of beauty I will take care of you untill you wither.
Painting the Roses RedPainting the Roses Red2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would be the only one awake
Excited to visit Wonderland
Where everything is the opposite of reality
I would hug my stuffed rabbit so he can keep me company
As I walk to the end of the hall to the old grandfather clock
I'd sprawl on the ground before it
Next to the tray of cookies and milk
That had started being left there
After the first time I fell asleep in this very spot
I ate the treat and sipped the milk in the teacup
As I waited for midnight
Tick tock, tick tock
Tickety tock, tickety tock
The sounds gave me lyrics and I softly sang the wor
Red MoonRed Moon1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Three Part One Shot
Screams ring throughout the air, piercing it like a million little needles each sharper than any knife, any sword that could be crafted by man. It surrounds me, not like a blanket or a warm embrace but how my own blood may. Everywhere. No matter how hard I try, how badly I pray, no matter how loud my voice rises into the abyss it does not go away. It worsens.
"Stop!" I shriek, my hands gripping for something, anything that may ease this pain, or at least brace me, "Stop this now!"
I feel his soft breath at my ear as a hand tucks some of my hair behind my ear, "Please, just bear with it a little l
Creepypasta- Little Red RabbitI'm what you might call a Pokemon fanatic. I have what must be a million cards (no doubles), many figurines and plushies and I own or have owned all of the games at some point or another. I've owned and trained every Pokemon available, even the event exclusive ones thanks to a lot of bribing. Well, all except two. One very, very simple Pokemon that isn't uncommon in Eterna forest, and its evolution.Creepypasta- Little Red Rabbit2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Buneary and Loppuny.
Those two Pokemon are my favourites ever, but whenever I encounter Buneary it either faints, knocks out all my Pokemon or I run out of Pokeballs. The darn thing hates my guts, and I have no idea why. And of course, the only
Strangled Red There are tons of stories out there about hacked pokemon games. Some of them really quite neat such as the one about a version where you get a ghost as a starter. Some are ridiculous as well, silly stories about people dieing after playing a game, or the game talking to them. God, don't these writers know less is more when it comes to this stuff? Ah well, I digress.Strangled Red2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I grew interested in these hacked games that are apparently in any thrift store, on ebay, or handed out by homeless people to random passersby. I didn't have the pleasure of meeting these creepy people, I merely found this particular cartridge in a trash bin when the garbage t
Final Dance - Red And BlackFinal Dance - Red And Black3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Spoiler alert, for those not done with season 2. C:
Summary: "Goodbye, Grell-san."
"Wha...Sebas-chan I can't..."
"I can't say goodbye yet."
~Grell and Sebastian's Farewell~
Grell slammed the letter onto the small, oak table.
"!...!!... no...it...can't be..."
William raised an eyebrow seeing Grell reading a different letter next to Ciel's memoir card.
"What is it? So the demons left London. You shouldn't even bother with- !! ...Idiot. Can't you accept anything?"
Grell had vanished. He quickly ran across rooftops, not desperately but he had a concerned look on his face. One that y
Red RuinsIt's 1964 or 65 or 95 or 2005. Dates don't matter anyway. What matters is what happened and why it happened and how it is now.Red Ruins3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I can't remember the date but I'm wearing a red sundress and I'm in love with the way it flows. Maybe that was my problem. Maybe I was always in love with the idea of things or the idea of people instead of actual things or actual people.
So I'm wearing my red sundress and I'm six years old. I'm six years old but I feel like I'm forty and I'm having tea with my mother. 'How are you?' She says and this is where I learned how to lie. 'I love you.' She says and this is where I learned how other people lie. I watched he
Red Riding HoodThe true story of Red Riding Hood (no "Little") is actually quite frightening.Red Riding Hood7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Many years ago, travel through the forest could be very dangerous. Even a short journey of a mile or so could be perilous, as many dangers threatened travelers. These dangers included wild animals and thieves, and in some areas, the darker denizens of the unnatural world.
It happened that there was a palace owned by a great landlord whose land included a large forest. The prince of this manor loved to give parties, and invited all of the nobles of the area to attend. There was one family that had a particularly beautiful young daughter who was favored by the prin
Red Riding HoodRed Riding Hood1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Walking alone in the dark woods
Is a sweet young thing all draped in red;
She carries a basket of goods
To bring to her grandmother's bed.
Something is hiding in a tree
And is watching this girl on her way,
It lets out a deep growl of glee,
For he spots his next yummy prey.
He follows her along the trail,
But he is not after grandma's treats,
He watches the poor Red go pale,
For she knows just what a wolf eats.
He smiles a terrible grin,
With all of his fangs coated in drool,
He hungers for this human skin,
And knows that to take it is cruel.
Red runs, but the wolf doesn't care,
For he knows he's far faster than she,
Red Moon Part IIRed Moon Part II1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Three Part One Shot
All my life I've been surrounded by the impossible. My parents were murdered, my home burned and I was taken from any hope of regaining my life back. But in that darkness, being on that cold pedestal of 'glory' as they called it, I cried for a way out. Any way out, any thread to clutch and climb. That thread, was my butler, my demon, Sebastian Michaelis.
I can remember the day perfectly, too well if you ask me. The cold smell of the dank ritual room can filter through my nose at any time, the dried blood permanently scared into the stone table, the screams of the deceased engraved in each left mark f
Roses are red,Violets are bluePokémon Red,Roses are red,Violets are blue6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your save file is gone
And it sucks to be you.
red.i'll miss you (no i won't)red.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
please tell me
i don't have to go
please whisper words of sweet hellos
to my aching ears,
my fingertips long for the feel of soft ivory,
i am alone if i cannot sing,
RedMy red screams of satiric deception;Red3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your red burns of false omniscience;
Untangled, we approach carnal collision.
Our black sings of lustful silence.
The Painter : The RedThe Painter: The Red by L. VeraThe Painter : The Red3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In a different world and in a different time there was a war. The citizens that survived called it The War of Colors and as the Red Queen took town after town she sent her painter to claim her new land. Her painter was an outcast from her army. He was once a decorated soldier but was no longer any use to the Queen. He now served only one purpose, painting.
"Kids, stay inside," a mother calls to her children.
"Mom, what kind of car is "
Red Moon IIIRed Moon III1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Something in darkness, I don't quite know what has always captivated me. Perhaps it's something I was reborn from or something I brag on having risen from. I know I love the feel of it surrounding me, the thrill of a scare of never truly knowing what encompasses my entire being. My soul.
My soul, he says its pure, 'holy' almost. Such high praise to receive, such a disgrace coming from a demon but as if any of that matters anymore. That damned piece of me has haunted me as my only bargaining tool my only true value. I know this, he doesn't need to pretend any longer, I am a demon and I understand. I was human once, I had been ready to die on
red leaves and Robert Frost.When I was young, my virginity was sacred. Entire religions pray over it and my father bought a gun so long as it meant protecting it.red leaves and Robert Frost.7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We throw away half of our refrigerator each week meanwhile, 24,000 people die of starvation every day.
Hardest part is, sometimes wasting things can't be helped.
At the bus stop, before I could drive, boys would ask for my phone number while I tugged up the neck of my shirt. Asked me how old I was while I crossed my legs under my skirt.
I told them I had a boyfriend even when it wasn't true, because they'll always respect another man more than my disinterest.
Hearing "I love you" for the first time
The Ballad of Red Riding HoodThe Ballad of Red Riding HoodThe Ballad of Red Riding Hood7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Deep inside the forest,
Along the Appalachian Ridge,
High above Rob Shuman's farm;
And past the Parker's Bridge;
They say you'll find a cabin
Where a hermit woman lives.
They say that once upon a time,
Not so long ago,
She lived alone with just her Ma,
In a house in Nell's Hollow;
And wore a fancy riding hood,
As soft and white as snow.
She was a small and lively girl
And a very pretty child
With a little dimple in her cheek
That showed each time she smiled
She even had her dead Pa's eyes
That glittered grey and wild
Her Grannie lived up in the hills,
In a cabin in the wood.
The girl often ca
EnglandxReader: Red jackets and fluffy hatsEnglandxReader: Red jackets and fluffy hats9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
EnglandxReader~ Red Jackets and Fluffy hats
Oh tourists, how I hate you. Just because you are making stupid faces and ridiculous poses does not mean I am going to budge for you. You will never, ever, in a million years make this man move. But no, you don't listen, you keep trying like the idiots you are. You stick your tongues out and make silly noises; you jump up and down as if you were in aerobics, and then get so discouraged wondering how I could possibly not laugh at it.
As if their annoying antics weren't enough, the sun also decided to be a complete wanker. It was the middle of July and I am wearing a heavy red jacket, bl
Red vs. Blue vs. Star TrekRed vs. Blue vs. Star TrekRed vs. Blue vs. Star Trek5 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The scene opens with the familiar animated star field. A familiar ship comes into view flying on a tilt. It passes the viewer at high speed. The saucer bares the familiar name and designation of USS Enterprise NCC-1701 but it looks like someone spray painted Sarges ship over Enterprise in red. The view pans over the top of the saucer of the Enterprise to focus on the bridge. Inside are four Spartan soldiers attending various stations. They are the red team from red army, Sarge in the captains chair, Donut at the Helm, Simmons at sensors, doubling for communications, and Griff at the second s