Stockholm. 1.Light always comes first, as light is the source of most things. Certain flowers turn in the direction of the sun, twisting their leaves and petals in this dirt to face the ball of yellow; light is the source of sight and color, both of which directly affect human emotion which in turn affect performance on various different levels; and it is assumed that when a child is forced from the womb the first thing they see is the light, a terrible contrast to the dark safety of the sack of nutrients and a morbid parallel to the light at the end of an approaching death.Stockholm. 1.7 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
But when Franks mind began to birth itself back into consciousness he did not turn towards the light like a flower rooted into the soil, and he didnt welcome it like a child fresh from the womb. He treated it like the light at the end of the tunnel; high beams of a car steered by a drunk driver. He tried to step out of the way but the light came close, seemed to envelope his whole head. Frank tried to open his mouth
The Twilight Alliance - Part 1The Twilight Alliance - Part 17 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
The Twilight Alliance
Epic Fanfiction Challenge
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Chapter 1 Word Count: 3,187
Chapter 2 Word Count: 3,649
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Chapter 1 - Lost Souls
Sora received the message from the King nearly a year after Organisation XIII had been defeated. It was just about the time that Heartless had begun to be active again - and this was no mere coincidence. There had been a small detail that the keyblade bearers had overlooked when fighting nobodies in the last invasion of darkness - the soul.
Each person, Sora was told, is made up of three parts - a body, which gives them physical form, a heart, which aligns their reactions to the world, creating feelings, and their soul - an accumulation of all that the person was, is and will be. The soul was, in simple terms, their memories and true essence of being. It was also explained, that upon loss of a heart, the body and soul, if strong e
Gene vs. MelvinMelvin looked up towards the angry genie girl with teary eyes. Cant we talk about this?Gene vs. Melvin7 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
She sent a ball of magical energy flying towards him but Melvin just barely managed to hop out of the way. Melvin hopped quickly away from the enraged genie barely avoiding magical blasts.
Youre alien girlfriend wont help you here!! She summone a giant magic sphere over her head. Hey batter, batter, batter SA-WING!!!
Melvin started to hop faster now that he had a giant ball of magical energy and when it hit the ground Melvin went flying through the air from the force of the blast, all the while shouting SOMEBODY GET THIS KA-RAZY GENIE GIRL AWAY FROM ME!!!
When the blast subsided Gene couldnt seem to find Melvin anywhere.
Now where did you
Epic Fanfic: Our Ninja Way 10We are truly in Sound Country, now, Kakashi observed absentmindedly, glancing at the empty buildings that had once been the homes of a proud country- back when this, now-deserted, village was known as the Land of Rice Paddies. It had been a small, profitable country back in its day- the main food source of the Five Lands, for it was where the staple diet of rice was grown, hence its name. When Orochimaru took over and made the Hidden Village into his own, he took the role of Otokage- the Sound Shadow, and enslaved anyone who could not escape, turning them into subjects for his cruel and twisted scientific experiments. Eventually, he had ran out of original villagers- having killed or transformed most of them in horrific ways people dared not speak of- and the once prosperous village had fallen into disrepair. It was nothing more than a ghost town, with Orochimarus lair hidden in the centre, somewhere- deep underground. None had found it and come out alive.Epic Fanfic: Our Ninja Way 107 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
Forever in TimeForever in TimeForever in Time7 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
By: Jennifer Gay
Chapter 1: Peach Creek Fairgrounds
It was a somewhat quiet, yet busy day here in the little town of Peach Creek. We soon come upon a place where there was a huge Ferris wheel and loads of other kinds of rides, games and attractions. This place was the fairgrounds of Peach Creek, called Peach Creek Fairgrounds. It was located on the outskirts of the city of Peach Creek.
Anyway, we soon come upon the attraction section of the fairgrounds. It is here where we see a huge machine that looked like something out of a sci-fi movie; it was a teleport machine, with two pads to place things in and a tube like thing ay the top that connected the two pads. And it is in front of this machine that we see the creator.
It was a boy that was a middle sized, fourteen year old teen that had only three strands of black hair coming out of the back of his white-striped, black sockhat and had dark, jade green eyes. He wore a red-orange t-shirt that went past his
Contest FanFic - ProloguePrologueContest FanFic - Prologue7 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
The pencil gently travelled over the paper as the young girl placed her vision in the sketchbook, the light lines depicting a scene of horses grazing in a field. Not horses exactly, not with flames dancing across their backs, the bright flames mixing with the red dawn. The girl smiled, pushing some of her own fiery hair out of her eyes to get a better look. She leant back and began on the mountains far in the distance, their faint snowcaps visible in the growing light. The peace was slightly overwhelming to her, having spent most of her childhood in the bustling Saffron City. There was a faint mewling as something crawled into her lap.
'Look, Ashie,' she said, pointing at the horses grazing ahead, 'remember when we last saw those?' The little creature flattened her long ears as she attempted to get a peek over to girl's sketchbook, her puffy tail bobbing in her friend's face. She squeaked happily at the sight of them, happy that this time they were wild. A howl spli
Contest Entry Chapter 1Chapter OneContest Entry Chapter 17 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
The museum felt like a ghost town. One lone professor sat silently in his office, his brown mustache twitching as his fingers nervously drummed on the desk as if they were acting out of his control. His blue eyes flickered to both sides every few seconds as if he expected something to jump out at him from the darkened corners of the room. His anxious gaze eventually fell to the wooden desk before him. He had been feeling this way since the golden, Egyptian, bracelet had arrived nearly two weeks ago. He remembered feeling excited to have another item of such rare value in the Domino Museum. But now, all he wanted was to get it as far away from Domino, and himself, as possible.
He leaned back and glanced at the clock. 11:45. Fifteen minutes until his security would return. Fifteen more minutes and the unexplainable monsters would disappear. Ever since the bracelet had arrived, Domino museum had been terrorized by dark creatures whenever someone came within two feet of the gla
Shadows of Twilight Part 2 WIPAs she sat there leaning against the scaly leg of the dragon she realized how much time had begun to pass. The sun was now beginning to hang low in the sky, and it looked like she would soon need to get home, or else suffer more injuries from her drunken father. She stood and Eridor opened his eyes and lifted his head.Shadows of Twilight Part 2 WIP7 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
I wish you did not have to return to such a dreadful home youngling. The dragon almost seemed to sigh as he gazed at her.
She hugged the dragons neck feeling his hard and rough edged scales against her face. We all have to live somewhere and you cant always choose who you live with Eridor. She pulled away and looked up at the dragon. He was smiling a bit, his eyes twinkling.
Well then youngling I shall see you tomorrow. Sleep well. and with that the dragon stood and walked off into the trees. She heard the soft rush of wings and looked to see his shape lifting into the sky as he flew off towards the lands in the distance to
Into The Night--Chapter 4Mmm, wake me up before I die, hold me close.Into The Night--Chapter 47 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
As I gaze upon the sky, comatose.
Mmm, no reason to survive, I suppose.
Wake us up, before we die.
--From "Comatose" by Ayreon
I stood quickly, leaving Reechani stunned on the ground. I growled softlyuntil I knew which side I needed to protect Reechani from, neither would gain my trust. Part of me wondered why I was so protective, but at that moment I didnt dwell on it. Who are you? Reveal yourself! My voice was a snarl again. What was happening with me.
Calm down, calm down, the figure said, and I took in a sharp breath, recognizing the voice at once. I heard Reechani moving behind me, moving to stand slower than I hadbut I still felt the tension rolling off of him. He was defensive too; was he as ready to protect me as I was to protect him? The figure sighed and lowered his hood, revealing red hair and emerald eyes that I knew well. He was smirking slightly, and h
PulsePulse n.v. : a strong regular beat in music, a single short increase in the amount of light, the regular beat of bloodPulse7 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
I had a normal life, I had the life every child deserves. But he stole it when he stole hers. And now I'm going to steal his... death.</b>
Chapter I: Three
My car stopped in front of the old town sign Welcome to Westenra. That was the place.
The little village was set between hills, a remote forgotten point on the map. I rechecked my GPS coordinates: yes, that was where the creepy old man had said.
It seemed hard to believe that a sunny quiet village like this could host such an important object. But again, its always for the quiets you have to watch out (good that Im a riot, then, no?).
I restarted the engine and drove into the center. First I would look for a place to stay, then I would get acquainted with the people, the local history (that should be interesting ) literally familiar. I would take the time I
Epic story chapter 3Summary: An epic story about the two brothers, still living 600 years later, after their feudal area adventures.Epic story chapter 37 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
Infuriated, but still not able to control his breath he promised he would get his revenge. His mind still refused to work accordingly. The strong scent of Sesshoumaru was all around him. It felt, yeah, quit nice. Like a comforting embrace. He felt save.
What was he thinking? Sesshoumaru and save! He was loosing his mind. Quickly he picked a training suit and some other necessary garments and rushed out off the room, startling the waiter who was pushing a food cart out of the elevator.
Hi, there, a little nod and a faint smile was all he got and the waiter continued to arrange the dinner table. Inuyasha sank in a comfortable couch and waited. He was just examining his nails when he noticed the waiter staring at him.
Are you done? O, wait a minute. He reached into his pockets and stretched out h
Abduction FMA Fanfic PrologueMom and Granny Pinako had warned us not to wander too far because it was going to rain soon. We all promised wed be careful, and come home before the storm hit. We were playing tag, watching while my dad and some of the workers on our ranch haltered up the horses and brought them into the stable. Winry was tired of being it though, and said we should play hide and seek instead. Alphonse and I agreed. And everyone knows the forest is the best place to play hide and seek.Abduction FMA Fanfic Prologue7 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
My family owns the most land in all of Green. People come to our ranch all the time to ride our horses up and down the trails. Alphonse and I are starting to learn how to lead trail rides too, but its kinda scary when someones horse gets spooked. Most of the people who come have never ridden before, so they dont know what to do. Thats what dad is there for though. Hes calmed down our wildest horses in no time. Its really cool. I hope I can be just like him when I gro
Fanfic Contest storyIts always difficult moving to a new town, its even tougher when you have to learn a completely new language in order to converse. English to Japanese, the change in language was all I could think about as the plane landed in Domino City, the home town of the King of Games, Yugi Muto. As I got off the plane carrying a suitcase loaded with the essentials, one of them being my Duel Disk, I looked carefully at one of my favourite cards, the Dark Magician as I pondered the possibilities of what could happen.Fanfic Contest story7 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
Hello? Are you ok? asked a voice in the local language. I couldnt help but say, Great, two minutes in Japan and I have no idea what this guy is saying. The person of whom the voice belonged to looked at me confused as I quickly walked away. Im still trying to figure out why the hell I was sent to Japan in the first place, but I guess it could be worse. As I stood out in the city outside the airport, well I was overcome by the
Stockholm. 13. End.Franks sister sat next to him on the couch in the living room of his mothers home, where it was decided that he would be staying until his treatments were done, holding his rough hand in her dainty one, her nails manicured and painted with a light, translucent pink. She smelled like a flowery perfume and it was giving him a headache. He could have said something about it, but he didnt. It just wasnt worth it.Stockholm. 13. End.7 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
Six months after his abduction he was seeing two therapists, detailing to the both of them about how he lived with Gerard. He kept his promise to himself and didnt tell them about kissing Gerard and his odd desire for a relationship with him, but he divulged to them about Gerard kissing him only to change the subject quickly. It felt too personal.
His father came in the living room and ruffled Franks hair playfully, just like he used to do when Frank was a kid, and they both smiled at each other. The week before hed gotten his hair
Stockholm. Prologue.Water sloshed inside the kettle. From the kitchen, Frank could see into the living room; the place where linoleum met carpet and where the flashing lights from the television set illuminated the couch. The back wall. Gerards passive, sleepy face. Frank turned on the gas burner.Stockholm. Prologue.7 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
Gerard chewed on his thumbnail in the other room, visible through the large, wooden walk way. He was leaning forward, elbows on his knees. Frank said nothing. He watched condensation gather on the kettles metal surface, beginning around the middle and then dripping down and hissing in the fire. Like tears or sweat. He picked up the tea kettle by the black handle, gritting his teeth together and listening to the SSSS of the water against the hot metal. Like piss. He set the kettle back down and crossed his arms, leaning against the counter.
Franks insides knotted, then rose and fell in a movement that reminded him of a swing set.
Stockholm. 3.There was a knock on the door. Frank?Stockholm. 3.7 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
From underneath the door Frank could see yellow light, visibility that had been reduced to specks because of the thickness of the carpet. The shadows of Gerards feet were visible, making blocks of darkness in the speckled line of light. Frank had actually been awake for several minutes; not awoken by Gerards knuckles on the door but by the soft sounds of the lamp clinking on and the dresser drawers opening closing. He made a sound of acknowledgment, his back stiff from being propped against the sharp angle where two walls met. Making his back erect in an attempt to stretch some of the tight muscles, Frank felt like someone had placed two rulers where the rope-like muscles of his back had been.
I was wondering if you wanted any breakfast, Gerard said. Frank furrowed his eyebrows in the dark, feeling as if his pupils were the size of nickels.
What time is it? he asked in a groan. His head felt groggy an
Stockholm. 12.Franks hand shot out in front of his body. No, Im not a hostage! Dont shoot him! Gerards open hands moved up to the side of his head and he slowly took a step back, his neck bent, his head down. The man with the gun, slightly taller than Gerard, kept the gun on him; Frank was smart enough to know he wasnt going to shoot, but his heart still pounded like a hummingbirds, nervous nausea threatening to bring vomit up his throat.Stockholm. 12.7 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
The man stood with his legs apart, steadying himself, and he told Gerard to get on the ground. If youre not a hostage, then what are you? he asked, and it was mostly rhetorical. He glanced back at Gerard who had not moved. I said GET ON THE GROUND!
He didnt and Frank could see it coming. Gerard had lost all his color, becoming storms and rain instead of summer and sky. He withdrew the gun, just a small, silver handgun, from the deep pocket of his jeans, the one Frank f
Stockholm. 2.When Frank was about seven years old he was introduced by a neighbor to his favorite series of books. Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark was a collection of horror stories, all contained in three thick volumes. Each volume had a cover embellished with a moderately disturbing image drawn in splattered black ink; and Frank, being obsessed with fear and addicted to adrenalin, ate that shit up by the fist-full.Stockholm. 2.7 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
On weekends, when his mom told him he could stay up to nine o clock (but no later), hed tuck the book under his arm, along with one of his dads heavy-duty metal flashlights, and pull his blankets over his head in a make-shift fort. In the harsh, yellow light he frightened himself with stories about rabid rats mistaken for dogs, and spiders that burst out of young girls faces. While the kids down the street were at home reading Harry Potter with their mommies and daddies, Frank was looking at pictures of corpses with their mouths torn off. H
Stockholm. 4.There became something serene about the darkness of the enclosure. With his body curled into a ball, knees against chest and tip of thumb in mouth, he was like a child in the womb, listening to the sounds of the outside as if he was hearing them through the amniotic fluid he had long since experienced. Through the walls, he could hear Gerard shifting through foodstuffs or flicking on the television early in the morning. In his space- Franks space- he could listen, but not experience. It was a place of safety. He sometimes wished Gerard would assume that he was asleep and not knock on the door so he could continue to count the times his heart made thumping noises in the cage of his ribs.Stockholm. 4.7 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
The swelling in his wrist had been reduced to nothing by the time Sunday morning had arrived. Gerard had let him sleep through the evening of Saturday and even until the next morning, delicately rapping his prominent knuckles on the wooden door. If he had slept in the bedroom or the living
Stockholm. 10.Mornings with Gerard smelled like pancakes, or sometimes fried eggs or waffles or even nothing because they were just going to have cereal, and sounded like the glass sound of plates on plates and birds singing their romances. His fingers stretched across the bed, bending over the ninety-degree angles where the edges of the bed were, his body spread like starfish across the mattress so it took up nearly the whole space. The shades were drawn and Frank could only tell because the back of his closed eyelids were blood-vessel red; a soaked-up pool of his own saliva was cool and wet on the corner of his mouth. In the kitchen a metal pan made oily sizzling sounds.Stockholm. 10.7 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
Frank bent and extended his middle finger, moving it as if petting the sheets, stroking the place where Gerard had once been. And even though the other man was only in the other room he felt vacant; an empty hotel room, a table for one in an old café, garnished with a glass vase holding a single, half-wilted brown and yellow
Stockholm. 9.I wanna know something.Stockholm. 9.7 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
It was the closest to a command that he would ever get. Beggars are not choosers and captives are not commanders; at best theyre lucky puppets if their strings are around their wrists and ankles instead of their necks, and theyre even luckier if their puppeteers dont decide to grind them up into firewood. So when Frank stood in the small, dark space between their two bedrooms, that couple of feet between where he stood and where Gerard stood, he was either feeling remarkably lucky or particularly stupid because puppets do not make demands of anyone. Even if they are particularly privileged.
At that point it was probably a little after ten, feeling more like midnight with the snow and the cold and the sleepy sluggishness that came with mid-western winter. Frank felt a little bit like he was about to go into hibernation. Gerard yawned and turned around, all silhouette and no features in the lack of light. Sleepily he asked, Y