ResidenzI stood in aweResidenz1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
At the prince bishop's
Gold and silver
From all angles,
Bidding me to stay
I lay on
His consort's side
And let myself
Into the past
Random Doom: Project SHADOW ch2In a flash of blue light, the Honchkrow, Leafeon, Infernape, human, and altered Raichu appeared in the middle of the ranch, shocking the other Pokemon. "What?! How? Teleport?!" Elesa asked, gaping at Ross.Random Doom: Project SHADOW ch21 month ago in Drama More Like This
"No. This is the Ultimate Power of Chaos Control....the power to control Space and Time itself." Ross said, keeping his eyes closed. After he said that, a fur-covered body leaned against him and he opened his ees and gazed into Saria's eyes.
"(Ross? You're alive?!)" Napoleon said.
"(The only survivor of Project SHADOW. A Project to create the Ultimate Pokemon.)" Ross said, clenching his fist.
"(Ultimate....Pokemon? Really?)" Napoleon said, raising an eyebrow.
"(A Pokemon that is able to fight the Legendary Pokemon.)" Ross said, before glancing at Elesa. "Master. You did want a Zapdos...right? I can battle it for you." He said.
"(Only if you can beat.....me....)" Napoleon said, smirking at Ross.
Ross shrugged his shoulders and smirked at Napoleon, confusing the Floatzel.
NxM RS-1: He's a girl, she's NapoleonReturning Star!NxM RS-1: He's a girl, she's Napoleon2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Napoleon x Melon
1. He's a girl, she's Napoleon
This is what it means
To be Fantastic
As Napoleon, Melon smiles
“I can’t stop thinking”
“I can’t keep this up”
“I can’t stop what’s started"
Something I want so badly
“Ringo . . ."
“I want to show you my Napoleon side”
Melon stood out on the balcony of her grandparent’s apartment
She wanted to stay up until the newspapers came
She ended up falling asleep
With her back on carpet
And her feet in open air
The pressure of touching
Surfaces no one else had
Stayed with her in her dreams
Hoy! Ai-ya my back! What?
The smell of eggs sets Melon’s stomach on edge
“Just make me some toast"
“I assume last night was productive?”
“And you were careful?”
“You’re on the front page, Hoshino”
Melon opens her eyes
Shimmering WallsThere stood a castle of blinding white ivory, standing high upon the mountain peak. In the castle the gleaming King lived in the highest tower. The King collected the shining treasures of the world, many in the form of crystal and glass. Boasting of his powerful army, saying his castle impenetrable, and himself untouchable. He would proclaim these things every morning to greet the morning sun as its rays reached his tower window. One morning, upon the utterance of these words, the ground beneath the castle trembled with the power of 1,000 men. The mountain fell flat on the ground the ground, bringing the castle down with it. Waiting for them, as if by God’s will, an army began to beat upon the castle walls. The beating continued in a constant rhythm until the castle gates fall. Once the dust settled, the enemy marched into the castle still walking to their continuous beat. Their armor was of an ebony color and their boots wereShimmering Walls5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
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313 Mays ago, Versailles opened its doors; welcoming the King. Until the French People forced Louis XVI to leave the castle 209 Octobers ago. Abandoning it as a ghost town. Remains of the opulence among the French higher society; courtesans and monarchs. Menuets, operas, banquets, balls, Rose Bertin's expensive dresses, Madame de Polignac, Madame du Barry, and Marie-Antoinette. Whose romantic tragedy I learned in Versailles no Bara. Riyoko Ikeda's masterpiece and Osamu Dezaki's wonderful adaptation. Which encouraged me to visit this castle; today with Patrick. To venture unto this stage that set the Queen's romance with Hans Axel de Fersen, along with Oscar and André's, while the Revolution's clouds sneaked upon them. Bringing forth dramatic consequences on those four individuals.
Of course, Napoléon and Louis's treacherous brothers, Caïn and Caïn as the Queen called them, became kings during the nineteenth century. But French monarchy did d
WaterlooThe ring of cannon shot was all I could hear. We'd been marching to 'The British Grenadiers' for a few hours. I was tired, I could barely feel my legs, but if I stopped, I'd have to face the cat, and no man wanted that. 18th of June, 1815, we'd been fighting Napoleon for 12 years, I'd been in many a battle, but this one seemed different. I realised I'd been staring at the trodden dirt for the whole journey. I looked up, and saw our forces, there must've been over 100,000 men. To our left were the King's German Legion, seemed odd seeing foreigners fighting for the king, but I respected them nonetheless. To our right were the Dutch, then on the horizon were the Prussians. But the main thing I noticed was the smoke. The smell of black powder was strong, as if I had it up my nose. I wasn't surprised, our cannon, their cannon, our shot, their shot, produced more smoke than your eyes can manage, the sting of it was bad at first, but it went after a while. My friend was next to me, we'd foughWaterloo2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This