The Beginning: January's Peculiar Love Affair I very literally collapse onto my bed, throw my bag to the side, and lie there. My favorite t-shirt having a wide gash on the left, my brown hair in a muddy mess, and a heart that is pounding irrationally under my chest. Confused? Okay, lets go back.The Beginning: January's Peculiar Love Affair33 minutes ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was walking to school for a wet school day. I was wearing my favorite shirt that had a big face of a white tiger, a black sweater, and slightly tight kaki pants for the beginning of spring. I had also taken the extra time in the morning to slightly curl my brown hair and put on a decent amount of makeup. It had rained last night and puddles of water were everywhere. I went in school on time and said "hi" to everyone (everyone as in one person; my bff Melody) and started the day as everyone else did. That is, until my teacher of my worst class, math, asked me for an answer that I evidently did not know in which I panicked and blurted out the first thing in my mind which just happened to be "
Um bichinho e um novo amigo Um bichinho e um novo amigoUm bichinho e um novo amigo34 minutes ago in Humor More Like This
Essa manhã, só se pode ouvir o canto dos pássaros e a respiração relaxada de Parappa, que estava dormindo tranqüilamente debaixo de uma árvore. De repente, seu sono foi interrompido por um cachorro vira-lata que latia bem alto e corria na sua direção. E ele tinha pêlo branco com uma orelha esquerda preta e o olho direito preto também.
_E aí, garoto? Está perdido? _Ele perguntou. Só para ver que o cachorro não tinha mesmo coleira. O cãozinho logo lambeu o rosto dele. No mesmo momento, uma voz familiar foi soada:
_Parappa! _Era seu pai. O cachorro o viu e começou a rosnar para ele, isso fez com que Papai Parappa desse um passo para trás.
_Calma, amigo! É s
SpainxReader - AljubarrotaSpainxReader - Aljubarrota34 minutes ago in Romance More Like This
(F/n) (l/n) was a young girl; she was born in Portugal during troubled times. When she was just 5 years old, her father died battling and, not long after, her mother also died, due to a depression because of her husband's death.
With the death of her parents, (f/n) moved to Spain where she stayed with her father's cousins. She lived in the Spanish country for quite a few years; during her time in Spain, she made a friend, it was just one friend (spanish people didn't seem too fond of portuguese people), he was a boy, around her age, with brown hair, deep green eyes and tanned skin, his name was Antonio. Antonio revealed to be a great friend, and he and (f/n) grew closer and closer as the years passed, close enough to fall in love, but one day...
(F/n) was old enough to fend for herself, and so, she had to leave, return to her country, Portugal, leaving her bestfriend behind. Although, Antonio did not let her go without the promise that they would see each other again and the promise th
more and more one shots...(life with out a muse is a world where i puke up the contents of random nights...)more and more one shots...34 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
if i was going to be thankfull for the night i had with her it would mean i would have to be thankfull for the abuse she ever took that made her such a nice, easy prey.
i could start this with the moment of our bodys rolling over the wall that is in the intrence of her home.
i could start where the bed sheets became music sheets. covers became canvas and all those sweet saintly as in holy images of love and connection..
i could write about me leaving, her wanting me to.
i could write about the twears.
the devil breathing on the back of my neck.
my urges breathing on her neck.
the ash breathing in my neck.
the noose around her neck.
i could start at any countless meaningfull moment of the singel night we spent togeather, strangers it seemed that lead to this night and the next, that every day is a new day even if we have our and other sins to pay. that any moment that was between me and this soul... was w
Matrix of Leadership-Chapter 2Chapter 2: The old carMatrix of Leadership-Chapter 235 minutes ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The new school lies in the center of the shabby town. The car with many luggages on the top slowly parks in front of a nearby bar.
-Stay here while I give your application to the school, ok ?
-Hurry up! I don't want to stay in the car for too long. It's boring in here!
-Don't be so childish Elista!- The young mother pats her daughter cheek softly- I will be right back !
The hot air from outside has a chance to fill in when the mother comes out. The car lies solely in the middle of the blinding dust street with some old shop on the two sides. It's just so boring...
-How can we live in the place like this? – She slouches back on her seat, feet kicks up over the edge of the front seat, swearing.
It's been a long time since she hasn't attended a public school over one year. Elista cannot understand why she commits too many errors in her school life ? Sometimes, strange things happen. Recently, she was expelled for destroying the e
Duskladdin Ch 9We see Mimic placing every figures tops like a tower, so when he put one last figure in top, he smiled, until the door slammed opened causing them to collapse, as he saw Edgar walked in with the scroll, with Zero and Conker.Duskladdin Ch 936 minutes ago in Humor More Like This
"Sire! I have found the solution to the problem with your niece." Edgar told him.
"Yeah, the problem with your niece!" Conker added.
"Oh, really? Tell me Edgar." Mimic asked with a smile.
"Of course." Edgar unroll it, as its a long scroll.
"Right here: 'If the princess has not chosen a husband by the appointed time, then the sultan shall choose for her.'" he readed.
When Mimic about to feed Conker the nuts, he turn his head away while Mimic heard what Edgar said.
"But, Shantae hated all those suitors, How could I choose someone she hates?" Mimic asked worries, while Conker was relief.
"Not to worry, my liege. There is more." Edgar assured.
While then, Mimic quickly shove them into Conker's mouth, and get very annoying.
"If, in the event a suitable prince cannot be
Sienna Ethnicity - Auto-Biography.Sienna Ethnicity - Auto-Biography.38 minutes ago in Profiles More Like This
Full name: Sienna Spotty Ethnicity.
Pronunciation: Cee-en-a Sp-ot-ee E-ff-nis-at-ee.
Nickname(s) or Alias: Si, Sien, Inna.
Species: 1% Angel, 99% Dog.
Age: 4 Months (In DY).
City or town of birth: London, England.
Currently lives: Newcastle, England.
Languages spoken: English, Spanish, French, Welsh, British.
Native language: British.
Relationship Status: Single/Interested.
Height: 2 Ft.
Weight: 14 Ibs.
Hair colour: White.
Hairstyle: Bushy Fringe.
Facial Hairstyle: fluffy around the edge.
Eye colour: Indigo.
Skin/fur/etc colour: Black, White, Grey.
Piercings: Earing, Inside the right ear.
Scars/distinguishing marks: Hidden scratch mark below her left paw.
Preferred style of clothing: //
Frequently worn jewellery/accessories: Indigo Collar.
Recreational Drug User? Which?: //
UntitledPutregaiulUntitled40 minutes ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Te-am ingropat , da foarte repede
Mirosul cadavrului , sa nu intre-n perete .
Caci in aer deja se simtea ,
Mirosul plumburiu ce ne amortea .
Din iubirea ce-mi jurai ,
A ramas doar putregai .
Putregaiul mov si verde ,
Ce v-a trece repede .
IgnitionIn my hands I hold a match...Ignition40 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
It sparks; I laugh...
As all your work turns charcoal-black.
Set this fridged bridge ablaze
And then I pray
That once as ashes blows away
So I again will not fall prey
To walk the path you choose for me.
And if you choose to follow me
Across the arctic far beneath;
While blinded by all the smoke's screen,
I pray the rope & boards release
You to the sea
To crash & smash your damned body
Beneath my feet
Beneath these waves that I'm passing.
Energy Transmutationthis is a fantasy, not something I know nor have dare to practice..Energy Transmutation41 minutes ago in Letters More Like This
that indo europeans are elecrically, or energetically transmutable to each others world..while non indo europeans are not..
the concept of hell and heaven, devil and god..I am devil being a brahmin, a fermont of the eastern caucasian race..devil because we hold the conceptually an culturally alien to european axioms..despite being caucasians..
energy is called "Shakti" in sanskrit..power, what power...our power
maybe if electrocuted at a certain frequency we caucasians as our soular being pass on to each other's world, voltage makes the position on time span..there is no other means to be born as a white, or as a brahmin either..unless we are born into someone's woumb and family at a particular age of civilisation..our positions in world heirarchy is a matter of covetion for sure. Indo Europeans have what is called a soul at a mutually exchangeable frequency, that is mutually transmutable. Zombies and animals can fu
Pain [Nichigo's memories]I sit here... alone... I just sit here while the events of past raceing through my mind. Blood everywhere! My friends! People I cared for! Almost all of them are dead. It happened so quickly and they had no chance. I hear their cries so clearly as if it would happen right now. I see their fearful faces and how they flee in panic... flee of something unstoppable. They're running away from an overpowerd force. I see how their weak defenseless bodies got attacked from something invisible and then they just collapse and die. I stand there unable to do something... I just watch everyone around me getting killed. Too shocked and too weak to interfere. All I feel is pain, faer and sadness. Then... I saw HIM... killing everyone grinning and proud of what he has done. My fear changed into hatred. I HATE him! I hate him for what he did... that he destroyed 100 of lives within twenty minutes! Something shattered inside of me. I could just stand there... staring at him. He looked right backPain [Nichigo's memories]42 minutes ago in Profiles More Like This
Janxx We're Going Down Chapter 9~Jinxx’s POV~Janxx We're Going Down Chapter 943 minutes ago in Drama More Like This
I woke up and freaked out for a second. Who the hell had their arms around me? That’s not part of the job! Oh my god did they… I looked down. It was Jake’s arms. I recognised his tattoos.
I’m such a dumbass.
I heard Jake groan behind me signalling that I had most likely woken him up. Shit. I lay still and
prayed that he wouldn’t be mad or he would just fall back asleep.
“Morning Jinxxy~” I heard him mumble, he didn’t sound mad and oh my god his morning voice was hot.
“Morning Jake.” I said quietly.
“Did you sleep well~?” Jake asked me.
“Yeah, a lot better than I had been before, what about you?”
“I slept great now that you’re here~” Jake said in a sing song voice. I felt him kiss the back of my head and a blush spread across my cheeks.
“You’re so cute~” I heard him mumble, holding me closer. I just stayed quiet, smiling to myself. This was a dream
My New Job ~ Prologue ~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~My New Job ~ Prologue ~45 minutes ago in General Fiction More Like This
I had been phoned up today, saying I got the job. I was excited, I could finally go back there.
It's been way too long since I was there last, in fact, I was a child the last time I visited.
I feel it's odd that no one else signed up for night guard, I mean, it was a good place back in the day. And I bet a lot of children had a good birthday there...
'I wonder how Freddy is doing...' The thought stopped me in my tracks. I had been cutting carrots to use as an ingredient for dinner, but I halted completely. Freddy was just an animatronic, why would I have such a strange thought... I shook it off, and resumed what I was doing.
I was excited, super excited. I felt like a child again. In a week I'll be working night shifts at the pizzeria, it's not the best thing, but it's better than nothing. And I'd love to see the inside of the place again, it'd be nostalgic.
Jack frost x readerJack frost x reader chapter 2Jack frost x reader52 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
authors note: okay heres chapter 2 hope you like it
y/n= your name
e/c= eye colour
f/c= favorite colour
you opened your e/c eyes and stared up at a red cieling. you looked around the room you were in. it was mostly red with christmas decorations everywhere. it felt like you were laying on something. you sat up and looked behind yourself. wings? oh right. you remembered pitch and jack fighting and the moon talking to you. you were the guardian of right and wrong. good and evil ect. you stood up and walked over to a mirrow. you gasped. your once h/c hair was now white and longer. your lips were blood red. and you wore a black slim dress that hugged your body perfectly. you wore white heels. your nail were snow white. you stood and admired yourself for a couple of minutes. you then thought about pitch and how he had killed you. you got angry and gritted your sharp teeth. your wings turned black and your eyes became purple inste
Just A Lucid DreamWarning: A feelz breaking pieceJust A Lucid Dream52 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Just a Lucid Dream"
The stroll in the garden was peaceful,
The scenery was quiet yet relaxing,
I sat on the grassy ground and adored the beautiful flowers around me as the blessed butterflies flew around me as I closed my eyes,
"Hey... Wake up."
I slowly opened my eyes and a smile appeared on my feautures as I laid my eyes on yours,
You then held my cheek with your warm hand while I layed my head ontop of your lap,
You then asked how was my day? Was I having a great time? Or am I feeling well?
You were so concerned about me, it made my heart beat. I answered with an answer you would be satisfied of. You sighed then smiled,
Your face then inched closer to mine and then said,
"I love you so much."
Before planting a soft and tender kiss on my lips. We both closed our eyes and lasted the moment.
But as soon as I opened my eyes, all I see was my ordinary ceiling and instead of the beautiful garden, I was on my bed, covered with my own blanket. I turned to lo
Matrix of Leadership-Chapter 1A/N 1: I'm not a native English speaker so you can find some grammar and vocabulary mistakes in this post. I hope that won't bother you much. I wrote this fanfiction but in another language, this post was translated by my friend.Matrix of Leadership-Chapter 153 minutes ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
A/N 2: I wrote this two years ago, after watching Transformers 3: Dark of the moon. Because of not having enough time, I dropped it. But after watching Transformers 4, I thought this fiction should be finished. It may take time to translate but I hope you will wait for us.
Chapter 1: This despair, boring reality
It's been nearly 100 years since the war between the Decepticons and Autobots but the detector hasn't reported any strange signal from the outerspace.
-I think our responsibilities for the safety of humans are finally over.- Optimus Prime gathers the Autobots in a vacant land far from the military base where they live. – Now it's time for us to find the other Autobots who lost in space!
-Right now ?
-The sooner we do this, th
Story in my life?? Chapter 1Author’s Note : I don’t have any Kuroko no Basuke Characters just have my own plot for the stories. I’m not anStory in my life?? Chapter 154 minutes ago in Romance More Like This
english native speaker and there will be much of typos, bad grammar and structure. Hope you will understand about it since it my first time to write a story. I like Kuroko no Basuke and like akakuro pairings so this story gonna be Gender Bender, OOC, AU, and sort some mix of another anime Characters later.
Pairings : Fem Kuroko Tetsumi X Akashi Seijuuro.
Copyright : Kuroko no Basuke © Tadatoshi Fujimaki.
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Rash DecisionI found the letter I wrote you, years ago.Rash Decision55 minutes ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I can't believe, how I let my heart show...
Dropped my built up barriers and walls...
Set myself up, for the hardest of falls...
Exposed my secrets, to your ridicule.
I was a damned, insane, romantic fool.
I'll toss my hasty words, into the fire.
Let them burn, like my burnt out desire.
You always threw water on my flames...
And thwarted all my amorous aims.
Now, so much wasted time has passed...
The distance between us is vast.
In a feat, that wasn't miniscule...
I broke every carefully crafted rule,
I had set, for myself to follow...
So I wouldn't be forced to swallow,
The bitter pill, of your laughter...
And be dubbed a clown, thereafter.
How could I ever have revealed...
Parts of me, I completely concealed?
You didn't care...you only scoffed...
Nervously cleared your throat, and coughed.
I desire to forget there was a day,
I recklessly gave my soul away.
© Mary Elizabeth Balderrama
Future Generation of Dark Knights Chapter 1: J / JThe way back home was delayed. Her legs ached terribly. Go from one hiding place to another was difficult because the two were too far away. She was hungry too, but did not have much money to buy a snack. But her worst problem was her bladder. She had an urge to go to the bathroom. The way was to continue as quickly as possible to get to the office as soon as possible.Future Generation of Dark Knights Chapter 1: J / J56 minutes ago in Profiles More Like This
But something caught his eye. Two men and a woman arguing. In other words: two men assaulting a woman who did not want to deliver your property. Stood ready to see what the two men would do. He realized that one of them was armed. If the woman did not give just what they wanted, sure she would die.
Wasted no time to take action. In an abnormal speed, struck the two thieves, while two monstrous figures come out from within them, so then disappears. The woman, frightened, had fainting. If Jessica had not caught her, she could have hit his head and seriously injured.
So she found a safe place to let the woman and returned t
The Hole WithinMy wrists cry because I can't,The Hole Within57 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
wet and dripping sore
no dishonesty in bleeding out
the moments I adored.
I cherished them,
I wanted more
I wanted to believe that for
the sake of love,
the sake of a fight,
I would still turn out all right,
but my mind is only little bits
fragmented shards of me
and all the pieces I believed to fit,
cracked where I couldn't see.
I don't want to fix it, I don't,
I want to heal and know I won't,
For I'm not built of the weakness
that makes strong people lie
when they hurt but feign fondness
to avoid a need to cry.
Don't avoid the hole within you,
don't pretend it isn't there
It exists because it has to
saying it doesn't isn't fair.