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Seven Hundred and Fifty WordsI so hate word counts
Seven Hundred and Fifty Words
that's so restrictive
Crushes and EnemiesI've heard people say
Having a crush is healthy
I've heard the same for enemies
And when I don't have a crush
I feel a tiny twinge of discomfort
So there have been times
When I've actively sought out
Love poem recipients for myself
I remember a time
When I was in a coffee shop
And two chosen individuals of mine
And I thought about how strange
My method of doing things was
Since it has nothing to do with love
And more to do with
Shooing away boredom
Now I just got thinking
I have an enemy now
Not by choice
And less of an enemy than
An antagonist in my story
Whom I'd like to avoid at all costs
So maybe that'll keep me
From partaking in my weird crush habits
But probably not
Project Tidbit 1There were inklings of my depression that began bubbling up towards the surface of myself just as I began my first big project at Columbia, which was an assignment to explore our identities through art for First Year Seminar. My self assigned objective was to see how open I could be with emotional intensity, particularly regarding the darker parts of one’s self, which, of course, at the time included what I’m sure must have been depression, and, in retrospect, most certainly was. I explored this topic through writing poetry, because, as I’ve found out since I began writing poetry on a regular basis (January 2013) Poetry is my way of expressing and understanding myself. Poetry is also my preferred means of catharsis, and projecting my “darker” emotions into this project proved on a personal level that what I had been feeling was really likely to be depression. I compared my own symptoms to different resources online as well as other artists’ interpret
Fiction WritingI like writing stories
I think I should try again
Writing assigned fanfiction in a cafe
Made me feel
Young in the best way possible
Fiction writing makes me feel young and clueless
Probably since I’m not necessarily good at it
But the not knowing scared me away
And I feel fed up with allowing myself to be scared
But I think I’m going to start up again
I mean I have my project
And I have my poetry
But this, like drawing and dancing
Is another thing I feel like I shouldn’t give up on
Regardless of the fact that I couldn’t survive on it alone
MummificationI don’t know
if I’ll ever be stable
if I’ll ever be functional
if I’ll ever be well adjusted
I’m all too content with crying
and I’ve gotten to the point
where emoting is my homeostasis
and I struggle hard to keep from being apathetic
I feel it’s more important to be emotionally sincere
than to worry about those who will feel ostracized by my tears
and maybe I’m selfish to care more for my emotions than relationships
I ruined a date due to talking about my life mantras through mummification allegories
since in ancient egypt they believed the heart held more truth and soulness than the brain
and in my length of living I’ve come to believe that too
A summer birthday party
Thinking sweet sixteen seemed so old
Pilgrimaging to to see the sunrise
Trying to swing high
What if I’m too fat for this and I break the chains
But this is too beautiful to think like this
I finally feel for the first time
Like home is something tangible
Wet grass seeping into sneakers
Flying with swaying legs
Between the two girls
I’d come to call my two best friends
I laugh along to things I don’t quite understand
But the feeling of floating
Between two beloveds
It was such inexplicable sweetness
Same setting as the first
Trying to convince
A friend whose soul was drifting out of his place in my heart
I told him not to worry
That things would work out somehow
And he scoffed saying I couldn’t talk
Because unlike him, I was successful
Successful because I’m happy
And I sadistically smiled since he was right
Talking about an effervescent future
With such naive optimism
With a brand new beloved
Just a Grilled Cheese (Sherlock x Reader Drabble)Pan- Check.
“Sherlock? Where’s the butter?”
“I used it for an experiment.”
“And you couldn’t have told me that before I went to the grocery so I could get more?”
You let out a little growl at the ceiling, “I’ll just have to ask-“
“I used all Mrs. Hudson’s as well.”
You slumped against the counter. All you had wanted was a grilled cheese. Just toasty bread and melted cheese. But of course in this household that was asking too much.
Two weeks. Two weeks you’d wanted a grilled cheese and every time you went to make one something came up. Needless to say that at this point the craving was almost unbearable.
John came into the kitchen to find you looking at your ingredients with the most dejected look on your face. You looked like a kicked puppy and it was damn near heartbreaking. He wrapped an arm around your shoulde
Stay with Me- Sherlock x ReaderThe last thing Sherlock had expected in his return was that you would welcome him with a smile and open arms, especially after how John had reacted. He’d walked up the steps to 221B and hesitantly knocked on the door, sure that he was going to get slapped or worse, but you’d pulled the door open and after the initial moment of shock gave a soft chuckle, “Welcome home, Sherlock Holmes.”
In all the time he’d known you, there had never been anything between you beyond a friendship that for some reason worked better than most and was stronger than he ever could have anticipated. It was something that had happened without him ever realizing, that friendship, but right now, sitting in his chair watching you making tea, he wished there had been more- not really for the love but to have a deeper connection, to escape from the loneliness he’d discovered in his heart.
He gave a fleeting smile at the skull still on the mantle before observing the rest of the fl
Company of Friends- Sam and Dean x ReaderWhen I die, let them judge me by my company of friends
Let them know me as the footprints that I left upon the sand
Let them laugh for all the laughter
Let them cry for laughter’s end
But when I die, let them judge me by my company of friends
The Impala rushed down the road, eager to be far away from the terrible reality. A silence settled over the car like it rarely did- no music blaring from its speakers as Dean put all his focus on the road with a death grip on the wheel and Sam looked out the passenger window with a clenched jaw. In the air that rushed by, Dean swore he heard your laugh the one filled with squealed joy and ground his teeth as he fought back the tears pressing at his eyes.
That laugh was gone and had taken with it the soft melodic giggles and the teasingly purred chuckles.
All of it was gone.
Sam suddenly let out a soft sad chuckle, the noise laced with nostalgia, and Dean responded with a low warning growl,
Masters of Disguise 1: 40-Love (Sherlockx Reader)Of course John had to be out on a date when he needed him. In the middle of the day too.
Though he supposed this solution was better in a way. You may not have been Sherlock's first choice but with you he didn’t have to worry about you getting flustered when people assumed you were a couple like he did with John.
You seemed smart enough and willing. Being amazed with his skills must run in the family. John had warned him that he’d have his head if he let anything happen to you- his baby sister. What an idiotic turn of phrase. You were hardly a baby.
At least you could play tennis decently enough to keep the cover he’d created from being blown. He abruptly ended the game when the couple he needed information from stepped on to the courts, moving towards the benches as he tried to come up with a way to engage in a conversation with them and tugged at the neck of his sweater vest.
What an infuriating article of clothing.
He let out a huff of
For The Pursuit of Happiness (Romania x Reader)
For The Pursuit of Happiness
(Romania x Reader)
Thought I’d make something to see how much I’ve come along as a writer since the day I started~! This story will be updated once a year for the next 4 years to see how far I’ve come along. But, each chapter will be at most 10,000 words to make up for the lack of updating. This will be a four-part story; I will also leave no mysterious endings….huehuehue I’m not that evil.
This is based on true events that happened to an unnamed daughter of an Earl that was scheduled to be wed within a week’s time of meeting her husband, she in return rejected him and became violent by lashing out tarnishing her families reputation. Her family sent her on a retreat to deal with her ‘womanly anger’ to release any built up tension before her marriage, these are the event
MoD 2: Astrophysics (Sherlock x Reader)What had just happened?
Once second he was desperately trying to remember any information on his hard drive about astrophysics- damn that pointless field- and the next you were flawlessly gabbing with the target, keeping your cover from being blown wide open. There was a definite advantage to having you along. Though he’d already gathered that from the tennis case.
Stupid sweater vest had given him a rash.
Sherlock blinked, glancing over at John to find your brother was equally confused, if not more so.
Definitely more so.
“Don’t mind them. He’s a chemist. You know how they are- no consideration for the bigger picture... and my brother there is here for a theater lecture. Token creative type, you know,“ you offered the young scientist, giving a quick grin as you adjusted the thick framed glasses on your face.
Shame they were fake. You looked… presentable with glasses.
Now that he thought about it the
Superstitious Tendencies (Hetalia x Reader)
(Hetalia x Reader)
Congratulations :iconD00ms-day: you’ve won the part as readers best friend!
Any who, lets continue on shall we?
“If there’s a next time....listen to me.”
“Are you sure you wanna do that…?” I grumbled and sent a glare to my ever superstitious friend. “It’s already three am…you know that that means.” I sighed and covered my eyes with my palms, she was at it again.
“Kasey! There is no such thing as ghosts!” She glared at me with her sea blue eyes, which were hidden behind a pair of frames, growing more serious by the second. “Look, I’ve gone on walks at like six in the morning and nothing has ever happened to me.” She contin
Babysitting - part 1
Written by geckoguy123456789 (dA)(FA) for Kai
“Come on…. just a little more……” the young jackal muttered, her fingers frantically and skillfully working an Xbox controller while her eyes stayed glued to the TV screen. The flicker of the screen giving her black fur a blueish white hue, her eyes bright and golden taking in every movement like a predator on the hunt. Her character danced around Ultimecia, throwing hit after hit into her, the young jackal unconsciously bobbing and ducking her head in sync with her attacks. While she’d normally be moving her whole body, her swollen abdomen kept her fairly pinned to the couch.
“NUUUUUUUUU!” she yelled as she threw her arms up in defeat, “apocalypse again……” she muttered sullenly as her character was obliterated by the ultimate move and Ultimecia cackled in victory. “Ug……. Why do I even
The Fear You Won't Fall- Mycroft x ReaderDigging a hole and the walls are caving in
Air's getting thin, but I'm trying, I'm breathing in
Come find me
It hasn't felt like this before
It hasn't felt like home before you
I have some information for my brother. Tea at noon?- MH
Mycroft let out a heavy sigh. How had he gotten himself in to this? Years and years of nothing and then you come along and change everything in an instant. He felt like every encounter with you was just making him fall further into the hole he’d dug himself and yet he still sought you out as often as he could. It was a direct contradiction to his beliefs and a continuous source of confusion for him.
All his life he’d felt above it all, like some superior entity watching over this insignificant world- a world he didn’t belong in. But when he was with you it was like he’d been blind, the world suddenly seemed interesting and so comfortably real, and suddenly he felt at home.
How long could he keep hiding that f
MY Father - MY Dad
After all this I made a realization. As you unfortunately know, my father died. He was consumed with his material worth and that was his downfall- it was to be expected. Still I can't believe he's gone, after selfish wishing through the years I finally know this isn't what I wanted. This isn't good at all. He's my father- I just am sad. That's the thing, my epiphany. Throughout it all and within your forever-flowing pages, I refer to the man as my father, my dad! I suppose that's all he ever was, not a friend or protector, just a relative. I'll go to the funeral. He always said that I looked ready for one. I may have hated him, but he deserves someone to mourn him.
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