MelloXReader: PMS Chapter 1 by MoMoOverholt, literature
Literature
MelloXReader: PMS Chapter 1
(Name) groaned as she rolled on the couch so her head was upside down. She continued to stare at Matt as he played his game. She couldn't see it, but she knew for a fact he was barely blinking as he was so involved in his digital world.
"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh " She groaned again, her cramps getting the best of her. Matt scooted away slightly. "What's your problem?" (Name) snapped.
"I don't want you groaning in my ear! I'm trying to play. If your cramps are so bad, go find the fricken aspirin and take one."
"My body hurts every time I move though Mattie ?~" (Name) tried to act sweet, at least as much as her lower body would let
*Yuki's point-of-view*
I sigh before entering my empty math class. I decided to go early this time so I can manage my thoughts concerning what happened in the past two days.
One, I failed my first date with Emina. Two, when the others found out, they laughed their ass off, especially Stephano. Three, I will be taking the girl on two more dates this weekend. Finally, I have to take Emina on what she thinks is a perfect date.
I really hate to admit that Stephano was right, that Emina really is more challenging than she seems. For a plain girl, she's not bad I guess.
I still haven't decided where to take her on our next two dates, so I
Avalon
Disaster struck upon the Earth
Chaos spread like a wildfire
And the humanity split
Turning on one another
Soon nothing was left but the bare dust of the burned
The virus spread and killed everyone
And in time the dead came back to life
Hunting the living and punishing them for their sins
The Armageddon came and we couldn't escape
The world fell in to the dust of destruction
With each day the living decay as the dead arise
With each moment the remains of humanity fade
The sun blazes over the dying lands
The dry rivers and burned fields
Only the road keeps on going forever
Only the road keeps us alive
We move from
Sad Alice
Oh the never ending rain. The clouds so gloomy and depressing and the world is just stopped at bay. The gray clouds consume the skies while the mists surround all that exist. The sunshine never touches the pale faces of the people. Their heads are down, their umbrellas are spread and the rain, the rain won't stop falling from the angry heavens. The world is running on slow motion and heading towards upcoming end. No passion in the movements, no life the breath of the stereotypical nature of humans and no fire burns in their eyes. It seems like the world is stopped in one place and it won't move any further than this. And the day, t
Memories of the Past by willyoudieforme, literature
Literature
Memories of the Past
Memories of the Past
Do you remember the blue summer sky?
Free of clouds and full of dreams
Our lives were so wonderful
All day long together with friends free of all worries
Do you remember the bikes that we used to ride?
I remember riding till the very end of the sunlight
All those times we fall and then got back up again
I remember all of it all the fun that was to be together
Do you remember the nights?
Nights full of games of hide and seek
And the fireflies were the only thing that shined in the dark
Also the sound of the crickets that echoes till the dawn
I remember all of that with sorrow in my heart
The way we were yo
This is a poem.
It's full of lines,
and goes with a meter,
rhyming of words of course
and contains more than you think.
So much thought
is going into this poem
to many words
and so many emotions
that it's almost hard
for the poet
to capture it in a few words.
This poem has a deep meaning
that you will feel is just out of your grip
and it shall be misheard and misread in its time.
For now though,
this is just a poem
that is full of rhythm
and words too big to pronounce.
This is a poem,
full of words
and rhyme
and meter
and emotions
and love
and hope
and fear.
This poem is just words on a paper
that are meant to
The Warmth Of Love
It is a cold and lonely day. The rain never stops falling from the gray sky of England. The forests are covered with thick mists and the cry of the wolf echoes across the lonely days of fall. The city is full of gray people. All of them are with umbrellas since of the never ending ray. All day every day it's the same as ever. The stereotypic lives of the citizens never change for the color gray. And if there is another color besides gray then that person surly is different from the usual casual citizen of the boring gray town of London in the year of 1973! The streets, the traffic, the people everything is bathed in the co
Shoot.
Clang!
Rubber hitting metal.
Thump! Thump. Thump...
Rubber hitting concrete.
No swish.
Sighing, you chased the basketball you had just thrown, ready to toss it angrily towards the fence. Again, you sighed out your frustration and brought yourself out of the key, ready to try and take another three point shot.
Same results.
This time, you didn't even bother to chase after the ball at all. You just looked blankly forward towards the beaten backboard and hoop. Everything in your life defined the word 'stress.'
School was a bore and homework was dumped on you. N