I.N.S.A.N.E.Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes.I.N.S.A.N.E.5 years ago in Ultimate Fanfiction More Like This
Spoiler Warning!: This is based on the latest Heroes episodes.
I - is for the way I should be addressing you.
"Look you-" "me," Sylar's slightly sarcastic voice rang up. "Yes, me - I mean you -" Nathan sputtered as Sylar laughed. "Don't you dare hurt my family."
"And you think you can stop it from happening."
"Yes I can. After all, this is my body now."
"Why yes, this is my body."
N - is for not knowing who is who.
"Don't you dare make fun of me."
"What's there to make fun of? You are nothing but a sad little grouping of memories. You're not really Nathan."
"I am Nathan Petrelli! And you're not touching Peter or my Claire. I won't let you."
S - is for the sins we have.
"I noticed you didn't include-" " or Ma" "-and as for Claire, well it's a little too late for that. Besides," Sylar continued as Nathan grumbled at the memory (Sylar's memory) of Sylar cutt
The Christmas Party"Ok team listen up," Kakashi announced as he appeared, late as usual.The Christmas Party5 years ago in Ultimate Fanfiction More Like This
"What Kakashi-sensei?" the members of Team 7 chorused. They had decided to humour Kakashi-sensei for the day. It was almost Christmas after all.
"It's almost Christmas! And Tsunade-sama is organizing a Christmas party and she's put the genin in charge of decorations and food."
"Ughh," was the collective groan from the teammates. Decorating? They had tried that last year with disastrous results. Kiba, Naruto and Sasuke had gotten into a fight over who could decorated the tree the best, Sakura and Ino had gotten into a fight over where to put the mistletoe, Lee had accidentally got wrapped in a present. Chouji had kept eating all the food and they had found Hinata in the closet crying three later. They all still cringed whenever someone mentioned the word "black pudding."
"Yes you guys have to help and Tsunade's made this a competition between the genin, the chunin and the jouin. Whichever group does the best at their
SW: ResilienceBiggs Darklighter shoved his X-Wing's joysticks forward and dove toward the Death Star. The TIE fighter curved around behind him to spit lasers that plashed against Biggs' shields in a nacreous green shower, and Luke's X-Wing slotted in behind it as neatly as dancing. The patterned Death Star surface flashed beneath them.SW: Resilience5 years ago in Ultimate Fanfiction More Like This
"I can't shake him-!" Biggs cried, looking around as if he could see his squadronmates' faces somewhere out there in their ships.
But it was Luke Skywalker who answered him, Luke who understood how different the X-Wings and space were from the skyhoppers that they used to ride together in the Tatooine desert. You could feel every tip and turn around you there, hear the sounds of the air whipping past you, in one of those, not like the dampened gravity of a starship where the enemy could only be seen as a dot on the radar. "Hang on, Biggs. I'm coming in."
On the tac screen Biggs saw the red dot juke and waver as Luke's green dot tracked it. He focused forward and kicke
Horror Story ContestHORROR STORY CONTESTHorror Story Contest5 years ago in Ultimate Fanfiction More Like This
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A Picture and a HeadbandShe stood at the gate.A Picture and a Headband5 years ago in Ultimate Fanfiction More Like This
Everyday, for three long years, she went there, trying to return to the world of her dreams. Everyday, she failed to get there.
It tore her apart, to come and never make it. Sometimes, she swore that today would be the last day, that she wouldn't go tomorrow. The next day, though, she would be in the same position again.
During the summer, she would sit at the gate all day, sometimes with her art pad. She would draw humans and spirits, all living in a bathhouse.
It was the world of her dreams, and she somehow knew that she could get there through this gate. But she joust couldn't get through.
She had punched and kicked, threw absolute fits that would do a young child proud, and still she couldn't find her way. It was like there was an invisible barrier keeping them in, keeping her out.
Today, the final day of summer, found her in the same position. Her art pad was resting on her lap, a pencil making one of her memories come to life. Next to her was an old tin, fi
La AtlantidaLa Atlantida5 years ago in Ultimate Fanfiction More Like This
Concurso "La Atlántida" / 1 Edici
Journal Entry: Tue Oct 27, 2009, 12:15 PM
English version click http://vvirtual.deviantart.com/journal/27989373/
¿Como imaginas La Atlántida?
(mas abajo estarán las entradas y el historial de actualizaciones)
¿Qué tienen en común: Islas Azores (Oceano Atlántico), Isla Bimini (frente a Florida), Creta (Mar Mediterráneo), Tartessos (cerca de la actual Cádiz, España), Malta (Mar Mediterráneo), Los Andes (a su paso por Bolivia), Isla de Pharos (Alejandría, Egipto), Cordillera del Atlas (norte de África), Chipre (Mar Mediterráneo), Coto de Doñana (España), Islas Cícladas (Mar Egeo), Cerdeña (Mar Mediterráneo), Antártida o la Galaxia Pegaso (allá arriba, muy muy lejos), y otros cientos que no caben aquí?. El único punto en común es que todos han sido, y son, posibles herederos de un mito que alguien sitúa en
Okami StoryS T O R YOkami Story5 years ago in Ultimate Fanfiction More Like This
A lone white wolf, earlier dubbed Shiranui, appeared at the entrance of a large cave. But this was no ordinary wolf, or simple cave. The wolf's bushy white fur was streaked with crimson markings, and a small pair of winglike appendages rose from its shoulders. On its back was a Reflector, with a flaming red sun emblazoned on it. Wisps of holy smoke curled around the object, changing colors from red to orange to yellow, green, blue and purple, then simply fading away. The cave was a place of evil, where demonic spirits swirled around on the wind, taunting the wolf and possessing the bodies of the weak-minded. Shiranui looked up and around the place, catching the smell of human blood in the air. Feeling a twinge of doubt in her heart, she whined. She had to do this, or Orochi would claim his 100th sacrifice and become god of the underworld. She had to slay the beast, or all would be lost of the world she loved.
Jumping over skeletons and ducking under roots that stuck out of th