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
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 ever
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
.your cough.The density wavered in jagged movements that drew out towards the borders of an organic, rectilinear shape. Our fingers, the chosen ones, met at their respective ends, where fingerprint would crosshatch fingerprint, confusing identity in between. We were children miming the motions of adults, quoting their language, their words, using their clothing as capes to fly into our own sense of adulthood, maturity. We ran across time as if it were borrowed, inaccessible to reality, parallel systems that interacted only in surreal moments of passion, disillusionment..your cough. by ~slurpeesncigarettes
I stacked the plates in the kitchen. She made a soft, coughing sound from the be
In Which Middle School is HellI can still remember with perfect clarity the day in eighth grade when a boy walked up to me at my locker and said, “Hey cutie.” I was sweaty, having just come from gym class, and I was only at my locker to buy some time before I had to go to math class where the teacher hated me and the numbers didn’t make any sense. But there was a boy standing next to me and he called me cute and I had no idea what to say. But I didn’t have to because the girl he was with just laughed, a cut off cackle into the oversized purse she was fishing through. I turned back to my locker, not saying a word because what could I really say anywIn Which Middle School is Hell by ~Melpyra
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.
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