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Love itI feel your hands in my hair.
I feel your breath on my neck.
I feel your body pressed so close to mine.
I feel your lips on my throat.
I feel your hands move to my back and your lips work their way up to mine.
I feel you and I love it.

I hear you say you love me.
I hear you whisper my name.
I hear you tell me I'm the only one for you.
I hear your breath in my ear.
I hear your soft snores as I fall asleep.
I hear you and I love it.

I see you as I run into your arms.
I see your face break through my world of darkness.
I see you fight away my fears.
I see you wipe away my tears.
I see you're in love with me.
I see you and I loveLove it6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

How To Be Normal

HOW TO SUCCEED AT BEING A NORMAL TEENAGER:
(In 15 easy steps!)

1. The first step in becoming a normal, bland, and spineless individual is very simple. Never think. About anything. Ever. If you have a thought, let it go. Let someone else think for you. Thinking is hard. Let someone else do it. Save your little conformist brain cells for something less difficult.

2. Now let's talk about music. You like unique music? Not anymore! You get to listen to the same generic, repetitive sound that everyone else does. You know, that one beat over and over with the words "Yeah", "baby" and "ooh" being repeated. Lucky you!

3. To be normal, you've gottaHow To Be Normal2 years ago in Short Stories

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I apologize in advanced for any spelling or grammatical errors -- while I did read over this twice, I may have missed something. Sorry!

"The December wind wrapped itself around the two as they briskly made their way down the crowded sidewalk. They didn't mind the cold all too much for their sheer excitement kept them warm. A mother and a son had traversed into the Inner Sanctum of the Main City to prepare for the festivities. It was the 20th, and on the 21st a world-wide celebration would ring out in glory of their leader's name and birthday. It wasn't just a celebration for him, as on the 21st everyone shared in on the gift giving and gooDeadbird Background2 years ago in Short Stories

And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide

In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.

There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.

It's nDownfall6 years ago in Free Verse

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The Narrative OC MEMEI. Choose up to five (5) of your favorite original story characters that will embark in this role-play. If you don't have five (5) then leave them blank (or create a character on the spot!) Be sure to give a little description of them:
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II. One of your characters decides to make a grand entrance into a random tavern. How does that go? Pick either Character One or Character Four :

III. Jealous, Character Three tries to make a grand entrance as well but somehow fails… why is that?

IV. A character is surrounded by many enemies and decides that the only thing they can do is fight! How does that go? Pick eitheThe Narrative OC MEME3 years ago in Short Stories

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Character Profile Form

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First Memory:
Most important childhood event that still affects him/her:
Why/How?
Other memories/events that still affects him/her and why/how:
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BiggCharacter Profile Form7 years ago in Profiles

Introductions"Hi, I'm-"

"I know who you are."

"You do?"

"You're the guy who thinks he's invisible."

"I have a name-"

"It isn't important. Because you really don't think it's important."

"All right. Since we've started out this way, let me just tell you, I know you too."

"Yeah?"

"You're the girl who is broken."

"I am not broken."

"You're the girl whose eyes close every night and open the next morning, only to find you have never slept at all."

"I sleep well. Besides-"

"You're the girl who dreams of a happy ending even though she has seen seventeen...no, eighteen unhappy ones in her eighteen years."

"Happy endings are over rated. And you're-"

Introductions2 years ago in Short Stories

20 Reasons Why I Hate Twilight1) It's poorly written. Stephen King can back me up on SMeyer being a horrible writer.
2) Those are not vampires, they're sparkly fags. And by fag, I don't mean gay, I mean fag.
3) Edward is a 107 year old virgin. Can you say pathetic?
4) Bella has no redeeming qualities; she's a very weak main character. Physically she isn't strong. She can't run away right even; she trips too much. She's not smart, either, she's almost brain dead (come on, how long did it take her to figure out Edward was a vampire again?). She's not very pretty. She's not nice; she treats her friends horribly, and wants nothing to do with normal boys who aren't monsters20 Reasons Why I Hate Twilight3 years ago in Short Stories

What Would You Say?2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters

EmoSo what if I'm emo?
So what if I cry?

I'm not THAT emotional,
I dont want to die.

So what if I dress in a different style?
There's no need to scream and run for a mile

I dont like to cut and abuse my arm,
I am not depressed,
so why cause self harm?

Could it be that I am just like you?
That I can smile, giggle and laugh along too?

Could it be that I am happy with myself?
It's just that I am not some pretty doll on the shelf.

Could it be that the only reason i dye my hair black;
Is because I dont want to be some barbie in a bimbo girl pack.

These are the reasons, and I'll tell you why,
that I dont look in the mirror and start toEmo5 years ago in Free Verse

telling a sad story backwards-17.

it smells like grief and sterilized metal.

i climb into andrew’s bed, though the nurses have strictly forbidden it. he closes his eyes and holds me tightly, because he says when he can’t see me, it is easier to pretend i never happened to him.

15.

he pushes the cart aggressively down the aisle, pretending to mow over old ladies doing their sunday shopping.

"stop," i say giggling, lobbing a can of ravioli at him.

for a moment i think he simply didn't see me throw the can; it glances off his chest and falls to the floor, exploding in a pattern of red arrows. i don't notice his eyes rolling back in his head or the graceful watelling a sad story backwards-4 years ago in Short Stories

I'm coming out: I'm straight “Mom? Mum? Can I talk to you?”

My voice quivered. Both of them looked up at me. Mom’s head was in Mum’s lap. Mum was slowly stroking her forehead, leaning down to kiss her forehead while still staring at me intently. A satanic bible was placed in Mum’s lap, the thin, withered pages torn in a few places from continued reading. “You know you can talk to us about anything,” Mom said, smiling, sitting up a bit straighter. She leaned over to kiss Mum, who kissed her back. I took a seat on the couch and pulled my knees up to my chin, staring down at my cuticles. Even for a guy, they were pretty nasty.

I took I'm coming out: I'm straight5 years ago in Short Stories

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^_^9 years ago in Short Stories

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The DoctorWhen I was seven, I was diagnosed with emotions.

"Poor girl." I heard them say. "She'll never survive this one."

I laid with my face towards the ceiling on the cold examination table, listening to them discuss my fate. I felt something breaking in my chest and something burning inside my throat. A small tear slipped down my cheek.

"Doctor! Look at this!" Shrieked my mother, "Something is coming out of her eye."

The doctor rushed over to me and wiped the tear from my cheek. He touched the top of my head as he whispered, "I am so sorry." And then he turned to my mother. "It's a tear. It means that she is sad."

"Sad?" My mother asked inquisThe Doctor1 year ago in Short Stories

Wii Would Like to PlayLittle Susan B. stood staring at the thing before her in disbelief.
"Fat," she said. "I'm fat?"

"I'm a machine. Machines don't lie."

"But I'm ten."

"Ten and fat."

"But how can you tell? There's gotta be some mistake."

"Okay, kid, listen up. I've got your goddamn height and BMI right here. Right here inside me.
And according to my records, you suck at boxing, you suck at running, your physical age is that of a 48-year-old male and you suck at Brawl."

"Hey, you're being mean!"

"I'm not mean. I'm a machine. Can't take playing with me? If you don't like it then take yourself somewhere else and maybe go and play with the other babies ouWii Would Like to Play3 years ago in Short Stories

Judgement"You need to stop doing this."

"Stop doing what?"

"Writing me into your stories."

"...why?"

"Because…it scares me. I'm not this guy that you write about. I'm not some kind of Prince Charming and I'm certainly not a sea God or whatever you like to say about my eyes every now and then."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah. You really need to work on your judgement of people, because this is all wrong. It's like you don't know me at all!"

"So why don't you correct me and I'll fix my idea of you accordingly."

"Well…firstly, I'm a really nervous person."

"Yeah. Your hands are either fiddling with your hair or your sleeve, or you're biting yJudgement2 years ago in Short Stories

Good Enough

        Disclaimer: I do NOT own Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler. If I did Ciel would be pregnant with demon babies. MUHAA~!

Title: Good Enough

Pairings: Sebastian/Ciel Light Yaoi

Rating:  T / Pg-13

Genre: Drama/Angst/Romance

Summary: There are times in my life I wish I was good enough. If I could be good enough then perhaps Ciel would look at me the same way I look at him. Although as I smile he sees happiness, but behind it is everything he will never understand.

Timeline: Actual universe.  Also known as 21st century.

Warnings: This is NOT SHOTA!  Although it has mentionGood Enough2 years ago in Short Stories

Untitled Tiger Project Part 1

Drip. Drip.

The strange feeling came over the tigress Penumbra once again. Her paws tingled, her charcoal hair rose as if electrified, and her body felt faintly as if it were being constricted by the air around her. She flicked her ears in irritation, but she was too used to the phenomenon to express actual alarm. She didn't even bother to raise her head off of her single broad foreleg. The sensation would pass, as it always did, and she paid little mind to it.

It was the water leaking from the rusted pipe above her head that caught her interest, though. She had been absent-mindedly watching the pure water fallUntitled Tiger Project Part 111 months ago in Introductions & Chapters

My Beautiful Disaster

STOP! Before you read this fanfiction you should listen to Kelly Clarksons song Beautiful Disaster.  It will make this story SOO much better! =D

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler and sadly never will. *cries in corner*

Title: Beautiful Disaster

Pairings: Sebastian/Ciel (yaoi)

Rating:  T / Pg-13

Genre: Drama/Angst/Romance

Summary: I am a demon and my life revolves around devouring souls. However, soon I start to serve under a young boy, who not only smells like heaven and sin combined, but has the most broken soul that is the most beautiful disaster.

Timeline: Actual universe.  Also knoMy Beautiful Disaster2 years ago in Short Stories

vacant.Look at her; she’s a porcelain doll with never-ending milk legs all stapled to the bed, thirteen years young with forty-eight years suffocating her figure. He’s right up to her baby lips, offering cigarette breath and grinding his stubble on her cheeks, it reminds her of gravel and she closes her eyelids as it falls across her neck, inhaling the cloud of dust.

The curtains are draped across the sky, dried blood red casting shadows she can’t tell the ends of. A dim flicker of a light and maybe a filter of moonshine illuminate the crevasses of his eyelids, forehead and awry mouth. His skin tastes of sweat and earth.

She was witvacant.5 years ago in Short Stories

Skye's History: prt 1

The bolded words are where his history picks up

A clean cut man made his way through the heavy doors of the tavern, standing out greatly from the rough crowd in its walls. He was tall, strong built, with auburn hair and bright green eyes. His ears held a slight pointed edge to them, and along with the light leather armor he wore, he would have stood out greatly amongst a crowd of beings such as yourself. No, the situation was quite the opposite, he was the most normal.

Around him demons brawled, some with bizarre, fantastic bright colored hair and eyes, others completely black and white from their skin to their eyes. They were either brawliSkye's History: prt 12 years ago in Short Stories

Fallen Angel

Fallen Angel
Crawling in my forlorn appearance
I hide my soul behind these tattered wings
Tattered and broken as they are
Plucked of light, stained in tears and blood.

In quiet despair upon the cold earth
Smeared in dirt I crouch upon my weary knees
And clutched timidly between my fingers
Rests one last jewel of Hope.

A single unblemished plume plucked
From the silver light of dawn
A feathered ray of light from beyond
To illuminate the void that has me bound.

This precious barb of silk
Once lost as I was and forgotten
Blazes now to immerse me in radiant bliss
To wash away the pain, draw me from the abyss.

So now I fade away…
Fallen Angel9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

You've been on my mind...Quite frankly, you're heavy. Get off.You've been on my mind...6 years ago in General

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