The First Promise Once, long ago, there was a man. The man had lived a long life, but he was all alone. Since the beginning of his time, he had been alone. No one had ever ventured to meet him, and no one knew he existed. The man lived at the top of the highest mountain, surrounded by all the earth’s natural wonders and beauty. He believed and trusted the fact that he would meet people if he climbed down the mountain. Despite knowing this, he still chose to stay by himself. He never left his mountain, deciding he was content with his own land.The First Promise by ~Loplovinglydia
This man knew he was different from other people. The man was sure he was as strong as, if not stronger, than a thousand normal men. He had lived longer than anything else on the planet, with his life lasting longer than the lives of another thousand men. In his mind, he felt so many memories shared with the world. It was the memories of over a thousand men as well. Even with his strength, life, and memories, he did not think
Directions StrayedChapter 3: 1D PoVDirections Strayed by ~Loplovinglydia
All Your Crazy Ass-umptions
Harry, Louis, Niall, Liam, and Zayn had cleared away breakfast and sat down to discuss what was going on. “Why are we acting so strange?” Harry asked the group. “Why do I like Green Day? Why can’t I hum Green Day? What made Louis stop joking around so much? Is Liam really not afraid of spoons anymore? Can someone tell me why Niall is so... girly? And why is Zayn so pissed off? No offense, but everyone is wondering why you-” Harry was shushed by Niall, Zayn, and Liam. He took a moment to calm down as Louis opened his mouth to speak. But he hadn’t even mentioned to them how he felt someone’s admiration after his tweet. Not just a general feeling, but it was more specific. Like just one person’s feelings. At the time, he didn’t think anything of it, but now it sounded serious; it was important to the situation.
“Maybe this is an out-of-body experience.” Louis said as he looked o
Directions Strayed Chapter 2Chapter 2: Girl's PoVDirections Strayed Chapter 2 by ~Loplovinglydia
Those Are Some Unsettling Traits
Zoe woke up to the sound of her phone, as it received a new tweet. The tweet was Harry Styles, and Zoe admired it momentarily as she fixed her necklace. Now she could start her morning. She wanted to try something new with her hair, and flipped her curls more to the side, then put on her fuzzy animal hat with the straps. Zoe wanted to wear a plain white tee and some pale blue skinny jeans she had just found. Although she shouldn’t have been wearing them, she slipped her white cheering sneakers on as well. Now it was time for Zoe to make breakfast. Was she going to make it for everyone? She should; it would be nice of her, and she wanted to be nice to her friends. Lydia usually ate a lot for breakfast, and so did Harley. She didn't know what to make, so she decided to cook a pile of breakfast sandwiches on English muffins, and let them eat as many as they wanted. But Zoe also had the urge to bake. Something made her believe sh
Directions Strayed: A 1D FanfictionChapter 1: 1D PoVDirections Strayed: A 1D Fanfiction by ~Loplovinglydia
You’re Whacked, Not Me!
Harry rushed out from under his blankets, ready to slack off. Something told him it was a good day to take pictures of himself, in the bathroom, and post them on twitter. He danced into the bathroom, phone in hand. While he was getting ready to shower, he noticed he had multiple texts from Tay-tay Swift. She didn’t make any sense in them; either that or Harry had been doing drugs. Maybe the latter was true, but eh, you never knew. He threw his phone onto the vanity and leaped into the warm water. He scrub-a-dubbed and was done before he knew it. The others probably weren’t up yet. Some blue jeans and a green zebra print shirt were sitting on the vanity, and he wasn’t sure when he had grabbed them. Surprisingly, they were his, along with the miss-matched neon socks and purple converse. If Harry didn’t like them so much, he would have worn his normal clothes. Except normal
Closed mouthed,I tried to devour myself in my sleep,
all tight lipped and tongueless
hours after you left me
with only an unbeating heart
keeping me company.
Callused fingers made me shiver,
but never managed to make me burn.
Instead, they left me feeling cold
a frostbitten liar with a snake for a tongue.
An unnamed poetic.
I'm dreaming of red skies
and dragons of old
I'm begging, and I'm begging,
and I'm beggingPleasewarm me up.
Set fire to these bones
Give me a real reason to scream.
Because, there rests an old poet
in the farthest reaches of my soul
and she longs to fight this fire with flames.
[ As she's learned the tricks of her trade
only conversing with Monsters. ]
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