Pokemon Creepypasta:The 50th Eevee- part TwoThe young girl pushed aside the tall grass, occasionally checking if the repel she had used was still working. Finally, she reached the shining patch of grass and pushed it aside, revealing an Eevee. The wild Pokemon got into a battle stance, but the girl merely sighed, letting her Hawluncha out of it's pokeball.Pokemon Creepypasta:The 50th Eevee- part Two1 week ago in Horror More Like This
"Another one. Mach, use Flying Press." She commanded. Her Hawluncha leaped into the air then landed on the Eevee, knocking it out. The girl waited for a minute, then her Pokeradar indicated a few patches of grass. She slowly made her way towards one which glittered more than the others. After three days of searching, she felt certain that this was the right one. She jumped forward into the patch of grass, startling the silver Eevee that stood there.
"Yes, finally, a shiny! Alright, go Mach! False Swipe!" Her Hawluncha burst out of it's Pokeball and shot past the Eevee, grazing it's shoulder. Eevee fell to the ground, down to minimum health. Before it could move, the girl
Cato - The Reaping, Part 1CatoCato - The Reaping, Part 11 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have been waiting
The fools that have gone before
Do they not know
The honor, the glory
On the other side of that door?
I have been waiting
In my body, creating
A monster that slumbers within
Let me release it
Let the insects and vermin
See how the true champion wins
For years, I have trained
Taught to face death and pain
To embrace it, to make me feel whole
I savor the moment
Ready and waiting
As the name is drawn from the bowl
He hasn't the skill
Nor has he the will
I can practically taste his fear
I will not let him squander what is rightfully mine
So I stand up
The Green Games: Chapter Twelve (HG/HP crossover)The Green Games: Chapter Twelve (HG/HP crossover)1 week ago in Romance More Like This
"Spiders?" Hannah squeaked, "Oh…oh no." She whispered.
"Huddle up." Hermione commanded immediately, and the four grouped together, tightly packed, "Acromantula. What do you all know?" She asked.
"Large, scary as shit spiders. Would rather eat you then make friends with you." Ernie supplied.
"Erm, when starved, led to act monstrous. When they're well-fed they're quite pleasant actually." Elizabeth broke in.
"You sound like Hagrid," Hannah muttered.
"Well, Hagrid told me that!"
Hermione snapped her fingers, drawing the attention back to the middle of the group.
"Right!" Hannah winced, "Uh…oh…oh! Scared of basilisks…only known weakness?" She finished, biting her lip hard.
"Oh geeze, let me just reach into my backpack and pull out a basilisk." Ernie scoffed, "Oh wait, all out."
"Well, I think a basilisk would not help our situation, but rather hinder it. Sure we get rid of spiders, but then we have a gigantic snake on our hands." Hermione said, "All jokes as
1. A Greek Hunger Games1. A Greek Hunger Games1 week ago in General Fiction More Like This
A Greek Hunger Games
Most teenagers talk about college with their parents over dinner. Me? I talk about college with my best friend while scaling up a climbing wall that explodes lava every few seconds. Granted, it probably wasn’t the best place to talk about fraternities and classes, but it is basically the only place to get some privacy at Camp Half-Blood. Even if it meant hanging off a cliff at a 90 degree angle with no safety harness.
“Did you know that Olympus University’s women’s soccer team is the best in its league?” Lilly asked, a foot above me. She clung onto a ledge, and scraped the wall with her foot deliberately so dirt rained down into my face. I shook my head and blew a hair strand out of my eyes.
“Yeah I know,” I grunted, my arms shaking. Wall climbing was not my forte at camp. “You’ve told me like a thousand times.”
“I can’t wait to wear that Olympus Owlet blue!” Lilly cheered, pulling hersel
Die Zuhoerer vom Henkersbaum (OS)Hier sitze ich hoch oben, im Geäst einer großen Eiche.Die Zuhoerer vom Henkersbaum (OS)1 week ago in General Fiction More Like This
Meine weißen Federn geschützt und versteckt durch ihren dunklen Schatten.
Mit scharfen Augen verfolge ich,
das fröhliche Spiel eines kleinen Vogelschwarm.
Das Antlitz der kleinen Vögel war wunderschön.
Ihre schwarzen Federn waren lang und glänzend,
ihr Kopf war geprägt von einer grünen Krone
und ihren langen gelben Schnabel.
Man nannte sie Mockingjay oder auch einfach Spottölpel,
doch trotz ihrer offensichtlichen Eleganz und Schönheit,
war das Schönste an ihnen ihr Gesang.
Noch vor wenigen Augenblicken war eine Gruppe von Menschen hier gewesen,
einer von ihnen, eine junge Frau, hatte ein Lied gesungen.
Ihre Stimme war klar und melodisch,
wie ich es selten gehört hatte,
wie aus einer anderen Welt.
Die Stimme als auch das Lied erinnerten mich an einen jungen Mann,
welcher vor so vielen Jahren, eben jenen Mädchen, seiner Tochter,
Omphalos: Chapter Twenty-Eight (Hicclesa)Calder waited in his sparse room until the house was asleep. The creaking of the floorboards nearly lulled him to sleep, but he pinched himself at every chance there was the urge, until his eyes were wide-awake and blinking in the darkness. The room was cool and once was a place he found great comfort in, but as he'd come less and less, things started to disappear into other children's bedrooms, leaving only a mattress and a desk with a few lone papers still scattered about it. Calder could hardly care, he only returned occasionally out of guilt-, which if he had it his way, would be eradicated.Omphalos: Chapter Twenty-Eight (Hicclesa)1 week ago in Romance More Like This
It took much longer for the house to fall silent than he would have hoped. It had seemed everyone had from the village had showed up to see his new dragon last night. Elsa and Hiccup had been entertaining late into the night. He knew of the unrest amongst the villages, but they all pushed it away for a happy little party.
And then Sigrid had returned to sleep over with Hijordis and Ophelia, and
The Regime's ProvenanceI distinctly remember huge beads of sweat dripping off of our faces the first time we marched. We weren’t quite sure yet the magnitude of our actions nor what we would come to face. We knew only of the fire in our bellies that drove us from our homes and into the streets. This fire had been burning for quite some time, further fueled by recent events within our own city. The source of the flame’s initial ignition was far more inherent, something we were born with, something that lived in our blood, transferred down by our ancestors. It was this very flame that made us stare the monster directly in the eyes and refuse to back down. Whether for better or worse, we were right in the middle of the heat.The Regime's Provenance1 week ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
We arrived at the location where many of the demonstrations had been occurring for days. It had been two weeks since the death of another unarmed civilian at the hands of an aggressive, over-militarized police force. The name doesn’t matter, nor do the circumstances; only