Raining Teardrops (part 5) by thehiddenpath, literature
Literature
Raining Teardrops (part 5)
I tapped the corner of my spatula impatiently against the granite countertop as the pancake batter sizzled in the black pan on the stove. I tried in vain to ignore Dan's sniffles over on the couch in the living room. It helped that by facing the stove my back happened to be turned away from him. I needed time to think of an alibi while away from his pained brown eyes.
The butter beneath Dan's pancake stopped foaming, telling me it was cooked to perfection on the other side. I quickly grabbed the box of Malteasers from the counter and sprinkled as many as possible onto the surface of the batter. I admit, it was a strange c
Dan Howell's Girlfriend (DanXreader) by thehiddenpath, literature
Literature
Dan Howell's Girlfriend (DanXreader)
You woke up to find yourself tangled up in Dan’s arms. You feel a light breath on your neck and hear a chuckle behind you. You slowly rotate in your boyfriend’s arms and find a tan skinned, brown eyed boy smiling at you.
“Good morning, love.” He whispered softly. Even though you and Dan had been dating for almost a year now, you had never quite managed to calm the butterflies that leaped into your stomach whenever he was this close to you. You couldn’t resist craning your neck up and pecking Dan on the lips. Dan wraps his arms even tighter around you and kisses you back. Your heart leaped in your
A Nimble Soul is but Soles of Lead by thehiddenpath, literature
Literature
A Nimble Soul is but Soles of Lead
You have a rotten soul
snarled in your shattered ribcage.
Fragile bones on which
dust settles to sleep.
You have rotten soles
tangled in your sludge stained shoes.
Muck and corduroy
littered with broken seams.
They kick your soul to the gravel
with the soles on their feet.
The Sea Through Your Eyes by thehiddenpath, literature
Literature
The Sea Through Your Eyes
The wind ripped around me, tearing at my hair and fragile skin. I felt as though my eyes were forced open by the breeze, as if the world wanted me to take in every last moment left. Everything was surprisingly white and blur from up here. The ocean no longer appeared purple and green, but for once my eyes were clear and I saw the true blue. The sky was light blue with perfect white clouds dotting it. Today was beautiful. This was how I would want to remember the world.
I tucked my hair behind my ears and smoothed down my white dress, though it was to no avail. The wind was determined to cause my strands of hair to catch in my
I was drenched to the bone and it was freezing outside, yet I didn't care. When he was there I felt warmth straight to my soul.
He stood before me, unfairly dry compared to me. He was shirtless and was only wearing his swim trunks. It was hard for me not to stare. In front of him was the nozzle to the hose, which he pointed at me threateningly like it was a gun. A smirk was on his face; he knew my weak spot.
Before I had time to prepare, his finger twitched on the jet and a shower of water sprayed directly on my lips. I leaped a mile into the air, covering my lips as quickly as
I felt the music pounding in my ribcage. Everything was so strange and surreal. I felt as though I was drifting in a dream.
I could imagine what I looked like. Midnight hair, a form fitting sequin dress, and deadly sharp heals made me stand out in the crowd. Yet I felt like an outsider. I watched the dancing bodies curiously. Why would they go into that mound of people? Being squished between strangers and having sweat that belonged to someone else on me did not sound appealing. Yet I felt surprise when I saw what everyone was doing. I saw boys grabbing the girls by their waists and pulling them in from behind. The girls
I don't know what they expected from me when I came here, probably a female suit, or maybe even baggy pants and a band t-shirt. Even though I wore skirts practically every day, it meant nothing when paired with a stereotype. Yet as I walked into the room in a floor length dress, everyone seemed to freeze. I had expected the worst, yet it was worse than the worst.
Their eyes followed me; every single person at the prom watched my every move as I drifted across the floor. I made an extreme effort to watch the wall intently as I walked around the perimeter of the highschoolers yet I couldn't stop myself from seeing my reflection in
In the middle of my rib-cage
my heart was floating.
Swaying in the air.
Drifting like a migrating bird
seeking warmth.
A river of butterflies;
tumbling and skipping
on their fluttering wings.
Simply from the unwavering eyes
watching me shamelessly.
Mirrored pools of brown.
I attempted to send back a smile;
my heart tried not to crumble
like a freshly baked cookie.
And in a moment it was over.
The only sound a thumping heart
and a soaring soul.
Yet I knew that everybody could hear
the gentle whisper of flapping butterfly wings.
Humming
Skipping
Falling
It would be your voice
I would think
Crisp and dark
Tumbling from the heavens
Yet it was only autumn leaves
Void of life
Crunching 'neath my feet
Dead as you are to me
Raining Teardrops (part 5) by thehiddenpath, literature
Literature
Raining Teardrops (part 5)
I tapped the corner of my spatula impatiently against the granite countertop as the pancake batter sizzled in the black pan on the stove. I tried in vain to ignore Dan's sniffles over on the couch in the living room. It helped that by facing the stove my back happened to be turned away from him. I needed time to think of an alibi while away from his pained brown eyes.
The butter beneath Dan's pancake stopped foaming, telling me it was cooked to perfection on the other side. I quickly grabbed the box of Malteasers from the counter and sprinkled as many as possible onto the surface of the batter. I admit, it was a strange c
Dan Howell's Girlfriend (DanXreader) by thehiddenpath, literature
Literature
Dan Howell's Girlfriend (DanXreader)
You woke up to find yourself tangled up in Dan’s arms. You feel a light breath on your neck and hear a chuckle behind you. You slowly rotate in your boyfriend’s arms and find a tan skinned, brown eyed boy smiling at you.
“Good morning, love.” He whispered softly. Even though you and Dan had been dating for almost a year now, you had never quite managed to calm the butterflies that leaped into your stomach whenever he was this close to you. You couldn’t resist craning your neck up and pecking Dan on the lips. Dan wraps his arms even tighter around you and kisses you back. Your heart leaped in your
A Nimble Soul is but Soles of Lead by thehiddenpath, literature
Literature
A Nimble Soul is but Soles of Lead
You have a rotten soul
snarled in your shattered ribcage.
Fragile bones on which
dust settles to sleep.
You have rotten soles
tangled in your sludge stained shoes.
Muck and corduroy
littered with broken seams.
They kick your soul to the gravel
with the soles on their feet.
The Sea Through Your Eyes by thehiddenpath, literature
Literature
The Sea Through Your Eyes
The wind ripped around me, tearing at my hair and fragile skin. I felt as though my eyes were forced open by the breeze, as if the world wanted me to take in every last moment left. Everything was surprisingly white and blur from up here. The ocean no longer appeared purple and green, but for once my eyes were clear and I saw the true blue. The sky was light blue with perfect white clouds dotting it. Today was beautiful. This was how I would want to remember the world.
I tucked my hair behind my ears and smoothed down my white dress, though it was to no avail. The wind was determined to cause my strands of hair to catch in my
I was drenched to the bone and it was freezing outside, yet I didn't care. When he was there I felt warmth straight to my soul.
He stood before me, unfairly dry compared to me. He was shirtless and was only wearing his swim trunks. It was hard for me not to stare. In front of him was the nozzle to the hose, which he pointed at me threateningly like it was a gun. A smirk was on his face; he knew my weak spot.
Before I had time to prepare, his finger twitched on the jet and a shower of water sprayed directly on my lips. I leaped a mile into the air, covering my lips as quickly as
I felt the music pounding in my ribcage. Everything was so strange and surreal. I felt as though I was drifting in a dream.
I could imagine what I looked like. Midnight hair, a form fitting sequin dress, and deadly sharp heals made me stand out in the crowd. Yet I felt like an outsider. I watched the dancing bodies curiously. Why would they go into that mound of people? Being squished between strangers and having sweat that belonged to someone else on me did not sound appealing. Yet I felt surprise when I saw what everyone was doing. I saw boys grabbing the girls by their waists and pulling them in from behind. The girls
I don't know what they expected from me when I came here, probably a female suit, or maybe even baggy pants and a band t-shirt. Even though I wore skirts practically every day, it meant nothing when paired with a stereotype. Yet as I walked into the room in a floor length dress, everyone seemed to freeze. I had expected the worst, yet it was worse than the worst.
Their eyes followed me; every single person at the prom watched my every move as I drifted across the floor. I made an extreme effort to watch the wall intently as I walked around the perimeter of the highschoolers yet I couldn't stop myself from seeing my reflection in
In the middle of my rib-cage
my heart was floating.
Swaying in the air.
Drifting like a migrating bird
seeking warmth.
A river of butterflies;
tumbling and skipping
on their fluttering wings.
Simply from the unwavering eyes
watching me shamelessly.
Mirrored pools of brown.
I attempted to send back a smile;
my heart tried not to crumble
like a freshly baked cookie.
And in a moment it was over.
The only sound a thumping heart
and a soaring soul.
Yet I knew that everybody could hear
the gentle whisper of flapping butterfly wings.
Humming
Skipping
Falling
It would be your voice
I would think
Crisp and dark
Tumbling from the heavens
Yet it was only autumn leaves
Void of life
Crunching 'neath my feet
Dead as you are to me
OMG HEY GUYS.
So, I was looking at the nominated fanfics for The Phandom Awards 2012, when two of my fics popped up!
You can find the nominees here: http://phandomawards.tumblr.com/fanfictionnoms1 and http://phandomawards.tumblr.com/fanfictionnoms2
The phanfics are 'Your Body', which is up for 'Best Oneshot', and there's also 'Handcuffs and Riding Crops', which is under 'Best PWP/Kink'.
I can't even begin to describe how grateful I am for people who decided to nominate me, I've literally only just found out now, and I seriously can't comprehend it. I mean, I'm up against Moy and Ellie and so many other brilliant people!
You guys are abso
Does anyone remember those nights,
Cold and so alone, and nothing ever seemed to feel right?
(Don't you remember, you always thought you were gonna die...?)
Does anyone remember the pain,
Of going to bed sober, and waking up insane?
(Don't you remember, you were always the one who took the blame...?)
It's like we're coming apart at the seams...!
And everybody's speaking dead languages,
And nobody knows what anything means...!
Well, I have had my fill of silence,
I have had my share of screams,
I am sick to death of violence,
I'm going back to the land of my dreams...
(Justwaita, justwaita, justwaita, just wait a...)
Just one sec
So I was watching Dan on my tv, 'cause that's a thing we can do now, and although I can't recall precisely what video it was, I know he said "leave your opinion in the comments, unless you're on your iphone. Then you can just cry lonely tears in a corner." or something along those lines. And in that moment I realized "I'm watching this on TV. I can't comment. I can't talk to anybody. I'm so disconnected!"
That's when I knew I had taken this internet thing too far.
Her mind is a dangerous place;
and when left unattended too long
she could lose that precious thing
that we call sanity.
To the white brick walls;
only revealing themselves
to the wind
and the spiders that climb the corners,
leaving webs of fine thread
to capture the dead leaves and
critters she knows not the name of.
Propaganda,
laced with sickly sweet venom;
adulterated with lies.
For if she should remain there too long
she would choose to clean out the cobwebs,
toss out the leaves
and dead bugs,
and scrub the white walls clean of filth.
Because that color so pure,
is the dirtiest white she's seen.
My mind i
Phan: Raining Teardrops (part 1) by thehiddenpath, literature
Literature
Phan: Raining Teardrops (part 1)
When I saw him my heart skipped a beat. I dropped my hotdog, slammed my twenty dollar bill on the counter and ran. Leaving the vender in the dust. I swerved around the taxis and managed to slide over the dashboard of a few that nearly ran me over. I ran out of the road and into the swarm of people crowding the pavement with their high heels and briefcases. I kept sprinting, following that little speck of raven black fringe.
"Phil!" I yelled as loudly as I could when I lost sight of him. It felt as though they were pushing me backward "Wait Phil!"
I finally saw him again after shoving an 8 year old to the side,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAREST SDFGHJK HAVE A GREAT, FABULOUS DAY AND ALSO I'M GINGER AN I KNOW IT (because I read that far down your profile page. fuck yeah). <3