Life of a Prince: Guardian Ch124Lein-da's Last ChapterLife of a Prince: Guardian Ch12428 minutes ago in Drama More Like This
* getting back to Sky and Blaze*
Sky" *sitting on the edge of his bed with the fruit in his hand*..alright here goes * taking another bite*"
* With in his mind he was taken to the village again only this time it was dark as there was a fullmoon in the sky suddenly hearing foot steps he saw his mother walking towards the open part of the area along with the wolf form before*
???" are you sure you want to do this" Crystal" yes sensei I want to learn to use the reaper form " ???" the reaper form is more then just a higher state of power you can obtain, the reaper is the part of your soul you yourself are not aware of, you must be at peace with yourself, and the nature of you who are otherwise you will only be asking your soul for help instead fighting along with it" Crystal" what?" ???" for example * summoning his his scythe making it stand firm as he gripped it tightly the magic a barrier appeared around him and his soul emerged holding his blade*
Ms.Paint Cares for Sollux GrubMs.Paint [MS.PAINT] joined chat. ~~ 1 ~~Ms.Paint Cares for Sollux Grub29 minutes ago in General Fiction More Like This
Grub!twinArmageddons [TA] joined chat. ~~ 2 ~~
MS.PAINT: *She cupped a hand over her own cheek, kneeling down and bringing the grub into her arms.*
TA: *he purr2 2oftly, 2niiffliing, and coveriing her arm iin yellow tear2*
MS.PAINT: *She cradled him, gently stroking his hair and sitting on her calves.*
TA: *open2 eye2 and 2tare2 up at her* huh?
MS.PAINT: *She smiled, voice soft and quiet.* Are you alright?
TA: *he grab2 ontr 2hiirt, 2hakiing hii2 head* d-daddy diiiied.
TA: onto her*
MS.PAINT: *She held him up to her torso, hands over his small form.* It's okay, sweetie. We all have to part from loved ones at some point..
TA: *he tear2 up once more, burroeiing hii2 face iin her tor2o*
MS.PAINT: *She shushed him subtly, consoling him in vehement care.*
TA: *he open2 hii2 eye2, 2miiliing 2liightly and lookiing up iinto the 2ky* daddy?
Grub!twinArmageddons [TA] disconnected.
MS.PAINT: *Chuckling, she brought him up, pecking over his for
Scriptor's Archive - CMYK - Dark Winter"Dark Winter"... The word Dark does makes every thing sound evil, doesn't it. No wonder you would be interested in this...Scriptor's Archive - CMYK - Dark Winter29 minutes ago in Settings More Like This
This event is the turning point of CMYK universe. It will be crucial for you to know what it is, stranger.
So hear me well... For this, is the Dark Winter tales.
Dark Winter is a name given by the locals in Alitsar Empire, to the day the turned once a glorious Empire into nothing but ruins. It started approximately on 12th full-moon, when the mysterious dark beings started to emerges from the capital city of Alitsar empire, Dorhaven.
On that fateful day, the snow had been pouring down in the Alistar Empire for weeks. People started to notice a mysterious dark mist forming across the northern horizon. That mist soon covered almost all of Alistar Empire and day suddenly turned into night. Before anyone can wrap their head on what had ha
Una historia de la jungla:Capitulo 5Una historia de la jungla:Capitulo 531 minutes ago in Humor More Like This
Tisca duerme plácidamente recargando la cabeza contra una ventana, en el interior de un autobús cuando alguien la despierta tocando ligeramente su hombro.
-¿Qué tienes, Tisca? –le pregunta su amiga Brenda al notarle los ojos ojerosos y la expresión trasnochada.
-Te ves terrible. Pareciera que tuviste un accidente. –agrega su otra amiga Lila asomándose desde el asiento de atrás mientras masca goma de mascar.
-Pasé casi toda la noche en vela a causa de Mali. Estuvo aullando toda la noche y corriendo por el tejado sin dejarme dormir. Creo que estaba tan ansioso por el paseo de hoy.
-Pues yo no veo por qué te llevas tan mal con él.
-Es cierto. No parece un mal chico, además, fue gracia a él que no tuvimos clases el día de hoy.
-¿Qué pasó? –inquiere su otra amiga-. ¿Por qué
Meatballs (Gothenburg x Italy)"Ella, what are you doing to the meatball mix?!" Italy screamed in terror.Meatballs (Gothenburg x Italy)31 minutes ago in General Fiction More Like This
"adding sour cream?" She said, confused on what she did wrong.
"That's not how you make meatballs, bella!" He exclaimed.
"This is how papa taught me. they're called svenska köttbullar, or Swedish Meatballs." She explained. "It's a bit different from yours, älskar, but hopefully you'll still like it!" The optimistic swede continued.
Italy sighed but gave in. "As long as-a it's not England-a worthy." He cringed in disgust at the thought of the brit's cooking.
"Ja,ja, okej." she replied in her native language.
~le timeskip to when the meatballs are done~
Gothenburg put the plate in front of italy and continued to sit down in her chair eating her's. Italy took a bite and smiled a bit.
"So, do you like it?" She asked hopefully.
"not as good as-a mine, but it's yummy!"
it was the best meatball he ever had.
Housemate EUF Story 1The story of my housemate EUFHousemate EUF Story 132 minutes ago in Profiles More Like This
So my house wanted to share one of her many EUF stories with you. This is a short story but hope you like.
She works as a teacher in a local school and one day she was on playground duty and it was a bit of a windy day. She had decided to wear a green top and a long flowing black skirt with boots. She was walking around keeping a watchful eye on everything and all of a sudden she heard a commotion, some boys were arguing and starting to get aggressive, she started to walk over to sort them out and this huge gust of wind blew her skirt right up exposing her pink thong…….the boys got a right eyeful and she was so embarrassed she had to get another teacher to deal with them. Needless to say every time the boys walked past her the rest of the day she and they went red. But she also was little excited too lol.
She has many other stories if you are interested in hearing them.
Silences So quietSilences 32 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sound of the air
The noiseless room
I am so tried
But can not sleep
I feel sick
I am sick
I wanna lay down
And not get up again
Hardest taskJak napisać list do kogoś kto jest dla nas ekstremalnie ważny ? List pożegnalny/pośmiertny, na wypadek złego biegu wydarzeń. Taki który ma być pocieszycielski, podnoszący na duchu i w pełni opisujący jak przez lata ważne miejsce zajmowała i wciąż zajmuje ? Jak zrobić to bez zbędnego patosu i stosowania klisz ? Jak w ogóle zabrać się za coś takiego, wiedząc że ta osoba czytając to będzie zdruzgotana, zalana łzami ? Najtrudniejsze zadanie życia.Hardest task33 minutes ago in Emotional More Like This
How to write a letter to soemeone of extreme importance to us ? Posthumous/farewell letter, in case of a bad turn of events. Letter that has to be comforting, lifting spirit and fully describing how important place she occupied and is still occupying ? How to do it without unnecessary pathos and using cliches ? How to even get down to it, knowing this person while
Una historia de la jungla: Capitulo 4Una historia de la jungla: Capitulo 434 minutes ago in Humor More Like This
Es un nuevo día en la mansión. Un pajarillo canta para darle la bienvenida al sol ascendente cuando un estruendo lo asusta y se echa a volar. En el interior se puede escuchar una riña que recorre la casa mientras los gritos de Tisca se escuchan. –¡Esta vez no te saldrás con la tuya!
Mali corre por todos los pasillos seguido de su mono Tiko y más atrás, por Tisca, quien no deja de arrojarle cosas a ambos, lo mismo jarrones que espejos, sillas que cuadros haciendo un desastre a su paso. Para cuando Mali llega a las escaleras principales que dan hacia el segundo piso se dispone a resbalar por el barandal de madera de roble, pero antes de poder hacerlo su mono le brinca encima al ver a Tisca acercárseles, impidiéndole ver. Aprovechando el momento Tisca logra darles alcance, y mientras que el mono logra escapar de un salto bajand
Story of Revenge - SummaryWhen Tokuno returned to his home, he finds his wife and his three year-old daughter murdered! The murderer left his "signature" behind. Enraged, Tokuno seeks his revenge...Story of Revenge - Summary36 minutes ago in Plot Outlines & Synopses More Like This
I Only Wanted to Paint...My mother and father’s yells echoed off the walls like a deafening thunder. Both of them allying themselves against me, like they always do.I Only Wanted to Paint...38 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
“CARLOS! I AM SICK OF THIS “I WANT TO BE AN ARTIST” PHASE! SNAP OUT OF IT! YOU HAVE MORE BRAINS THEN THAT!” My mother screeched as she pounded her fists against the kitchen counter.
“MOTHER THIS ISN’T A PHASE!” I pleaded my fists clenched, eyes burning from trying to hold back tears. “I WANT TO PAINT, I ALWAYS HAVE AND I ALWAYS WILL!” My father harshly slapped me across the face. “WAKE UP!” He bellowed, his voice shook my to my core, I want to leave, I’ve given up. “GO TO HELL BOTH OF YOU!”
I pushed my father away from me with all the strength I had, and charged through the large polished mahogany doors like and angry bull. My parents following closely behind.
The moon’s bright light illuminated the road before me. There was no going back now, I needed
Pretty Cure Entwined Hearts ep20Seven-year-old Hiromi ran up the dirt path through the woods, laughing at how the dappled sunlight made her look. At the top of the path, she turned around, nearly falling down as the heavy backpack she wore almost unbalanced her. Once she regained her footing, she held one hand above her head and waved at her family below.Pretty Cure Entwined Hearts ep2040 minutes ago in General Fiction More Like This
“C'mon, c'mon!” she called out. “Huwwy up!”
“Hiromi, we're going as fast as we can,” Daisuke laughed.
“Huwwy faster! I wanna eeeaaat! I wanna play!” Hiromi called back down. “I wanna play with Daddy!”
“Aw, Hiromi...” Daisuke chuckled as he reached her, bending down to pick her up. Effortlessly, he lifted her up high and set her on his shoulders. “What do you wanna play?”
“Hide'n'seek! Tag! King of the Mountain!”
“Hiromi, you always pick first, let us pick!” yelled Kiyomi.
Everyone laughed, Hiromi grabbing fistfuls of her dad's hair as she rested her chin on
Devil's SnareIn the darkest night,Devil's Snare43 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
I saw a thorned vine in the shadow
So far from the sunlight
And presumed it must be a rose
For what else could it be?
"That poor rose," I thought.
It must have been cast aside,
Perhaps by a scorned gardener
Or a thorn-ignorant girl.
Sunlight would do it some good.
It sighed at my touch,
And i could have sworn
I saw the small, small beginnings
Of rosebuds along the vine.
It wrapped around me
And i thought it was love;
I thought it wanted the sunlight,
The same sunlight I craved.
My intentions were good
But my plan was flawed,
For it was not a rose,
But rather devil's snare instead.
Every time I felt the sunlight within reach
The vines caressed and hugged me,
Feeling less and less like love
The more they wrapped around my throat
And hid the sunlight from my eyes.
I should have known:
Devil's snare will always hate sunlight
No matter how convinced you are
That it's a rose.
Cybertron's Primeval Dawn-Chapter 1The liquid was cold, cold and suffocating it felt like. Her form was enveloped in the substance and felt cramped. Clear, smooth glass encased her from all sides except from above and below her, having limited space for which to raise her head or move her tail if she wished but at the same time she feared trying to open her eyes. Whatever this liquid was surrounding her was not affecting her systems, but she didn't look to taking that chance that it might severely damage her optics if she were to online them. But every fiber of her being was screaming for her to escape, to get free of what felt like a prison keeping her from stretching her limbs and spreading her wings.Cybertron's Primeval Dawn-Chapter 147 minutes ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Primal instinct was beginning to kick in, slowly overtaking logical thought if she didn't do something soon to be out of the cramped place, keeping her in an almost fetal position within what her logic was viewing as a prison. Though the moment she was about at her wits end of holding back she felt something, the liquid
A Sudden Change In HistoryIn your absenceA Sudden Change In History48 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
My cleared vision was fog
You gave no strength
But a will to be superior
A gift from heaven
This bargaining was of fire
Now you twist the fortune
You gave to another
So I ask for my second prize
Third place between the eyes
You stroke with gentle miscommunication
Broken spirits around
Still you never speak to myself
I heckle like death's doormat
We'll meet again another lifetime
I'll be more intelligent then
When the words of murder awaken.
Una historia de la jungla: Capitulo 2Una historia de la jungla: Capitulo 248 minutes ago in Humor More Like This
Perdido en la selva de asfalto
Es un nuevo día en la mansión. Tisca despierta de una noche plena de descanso. Su gatita Alysa se sube a la cama de ella dándole los buenos días con ronroneos amistosos cuando repentinamente algo parece asustar a la gata y en un segundo el mono de Mali, Tiko, se posa sobre la cama de Tisca, quien todavía duerme plácidamente dejando escapar ronquidos. El mico la observa detenidamente por unos momentos hasta comenzar a imitar sus gestos que hace al roncar hasta que se le ocurre meterle el plátano que él sostenía en la boca. Tisca despierta en el acto con la cara del mono sobre ella, asustándola; el grito se escucha por toda la casa.
Instantes después el mono baja a toda velocidad las escaleras seguido muy de cerca por Tisca, quien está muy molesta con el animal. El mico se refugia en la cocina, por lo que ella lo
If the Choice was MineIf the choice was mine,If the Choice was Mine49 minutes ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How did it come to this?
The memory has faded,
Into the black abyss.
Long since forgotten,
A lifetime long ago.
Ripped from my grasp,
With nothing to show.
Nothing to hold onto,
And nothing else see.
As if in this lifetime,
You had to set me free.
Yet here I stand, here I am,
Cursing out your name.
Cursing this existence,
And cursing my flame.
In hopes that somehow,
It'll extinguish today.
So I can finally find out,
If I had gotten my way.
If the choice was yours,
And only yours alone.
Would you have chosen this,
And had you already known?
30 Mar 2015
TorturinaDescription:Torturina50 minutes ago in Profiles More Like This
Torturina is an ancient lupine demoness who specializes in dark supernatural magic and various methods of torture, she is known for her hypnotic charm and gorgeous good looks, she is inspired by Satanico Pandemonium from the movie From Dusk Till Dawn as well as Akivasha from Kull The Conqueror and Akasha from Queen Of The Damned.
She appears to be a woman in her late 30's who bares a resemblance to Marsha Quist from the movie The Howling, she is 5'8 as a human and 6'3 as a demonic wolf-like creature, she wears very exotic clothing and has luscious curves and breasts one could simply die for - her hair is a dark brown color and is very long and straight, she is rarely seen without her wolf amulet which she uses to summon her minions.
In her demonic wolf-like creature she is covered with tawny dark brown fur, has a more muscular build, possess lupine ears and a tail along with half paw-like hands and feet
What wouldn't I giveWhat wouldn’t I give to see you againWhat wouldn't I give54 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
The world is only black and white
There is no colour without you.
Where did you go?
When did you leave?
I can’t remember.
It’s been so long, you know?
I just lie here
About how everything used to be.
I stared up at the white, old ceiling above. Around me, everything was dusty and seemed to be falling apart. It’d been years since I cleaned here.
Years since you left.
We used to smile and laugh. I remember you always told me to look on the bright side.
And I did.
However, not for long.
Everything got so quiet after you left. The birds were never chirping, and nothing made the slightest of noise. You had been everything to me.
People come in and people walk out practically every day. They never make any noise. It’s always quiet.
When will you come back?
I think of you a lot, did you know that? I never thin