Silenced SoulsSilenced Souls2 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 19: The Under Realm
Caitlin waited for everyone else to get here, she heaved a sigh as she waited for the others. They took longer than she expected. She waited for what seemed to be like hours. Her ears suddenly perked up to strange and unfamiliar sounds. She turned around and scanned the area. Making sure it wasn't any of Zalgo's minions or at least hoping it wasn't. "Who's there?" She asked, demanding to know who or what was out there. "Come on out, I'm not afraid of you!" The strangers finally revealed themselves to the lioness.
It was a merely a group of two Lucario and a werewolf with dark emerald green colored eyes. The female Lucario walked up to Caitlin; she was a dark purple Lucario with black coloring and grey fur. "Don't get so worked up about this, my name is Kuro. These are my friends; Echo and Vern." She smiled in a friendly manner. "I'm sure you were unaware of our wear abouts; we were on a certain mission and we seemed to have noticed your training sessi
Torn Into PiecesTorn Into Pieces1 month ago in Drama More Like This
Chapter 1: What Has Come Between Us?
February 4, 1861
Outside of Alexandria,Virginia
Phoenix Wright x Miles Edgeworth Residence
I lay on the bed in our bedroom and stared at the ceiling for a long time in silence, my hands interlocked behind my head, my eyes shimmering with unshed tears. The lump in my throat was so large that I was surprised that it didn't choke me and my heart ached with a searing pain that refused to go away.
Miles had left some time earlier but I could still hear the slamming of the door as he walked out of the home we shared together echoing in my aching heart. I bit on my bottom lip hard, trying to silence the mewls of pain that I could feel welling up inside of me and the effort to try to keep it down was stretching the limit of my endurance to its near breaking point.
The sun had set some time ago if the moonlight streaming in through the bedroom window was any indication. My heart was in mortal agony, the hard words that we
Repose en PaixExtracts from the journal of Arno Dorian, age 52:Repose en Paix1 week ago in General Fiction More Like This
Longwood, St. Helena; May 5, 1821
"He's ready to see you, sir," said one of the British guards. I stood from my spot on the sofa, and walked over to the man. "How is he doing?" I asked him. The guard shook his head. "I reckon he doesn't have much longer," he said. "His illness hasn't gotten any better. The old man's knocking on death's door." I cursed in my head. I had to act fast. I had to get what I needed from him. I nodded to the guard and entered the bed chamber.
And there he lay, the empereur déchu, Napoleon Bonaparte. There he laid in his night clothes, laying on his death bed. To think I used to call him a friend. There were others in the room. Several were well-dressed men and women, presumably associates of Bonaparte's. The rest were more British guards, keeping an eye on the dying man. Napoleon looked in m
NxM RS-6. Hosting NapoleonReturning Star!NxM RS-6. Hosting Napoleon1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Napoleon x Melon
Several weeks pass
Hoshino and Ringo are eating lunch together
Almost feeling normal
“Your dad makes some good kimchi, Ringo!”
“I’m glad you think so”
“Hey, have you been sleeping better?”
“My dad’s out so late. Uh, he’s really loud when he gets in”
“Cause’ of the investigation?”
“Yeah . . .”
Melon hears a voice in her head
“Melon? Are you okay?”
Must be that damn Napoleon
Melon puts her chopsticks down
“I think it’s my . . . time of the month. Sorry! Be right back”
Ringo nods vigorously to hide his embarrassment
Melon blushed and ran to the girl’s washroom
Luckily, it was empty
“Napoleon?” she whispers.
Do you desire to procreate with that male?
Melon nearly falls off the toilet seat.
I know quite
We're Doing A New Run*Somewhere on Twitch, a month after their last run ended....*We're Doing A New Run2 weeks ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The Voices: So, uh.... what do we do now?
Lazor Gator: Well.... we beat Red again, and all our old fans are back!
*Crickets and Tumbleweeds.*
Arty: Actually those were just random people wondering why Pokemon Red/Blue was so popular.
Abe: Hey, what's that timer on stream?
Lord Skull: Oh no! Disaster! That can only mean one thing!
Lord Armor: Dogonnit, you're right! It looks like there's another run!
Red: We’re doing a new run
We’re back by popular demand
Come on everybody, strike up the band!
Red and Solareon: We’re doing a new run
That’s what we do on TPP
And everybody knows the next run’s never quite as fun
Red, Solareon and Abe: A new run
Another feature attraction
Abe: Places please, live update , stream's online, input!
Red, Solareon and Abe: I thought it was The End, but no my friends this is when we get to do it all again!
Fire-Starters: Do it all agai
Homo Homini LupusHomo Homini Lupus1 week ago in Drama More Like This
The French Empire was a glorious moment of the History of our country. The veterans that we still know today from the battles led by the Emperor Bonaparte, continued to make engrave his portrait on the many personal effects they had, as in a sort of senseless hope that we still lived under an Emperor and not a king. The death of the Little Caporal has been a wrench in the heart of these veterans, glorified by Montmirail, humiliated by Waterloo.
Javert was one of these veterans who were happy that the Empire collapsed, and no one really knew why. He hid his uniform of general in the depths of his wardrobe, and he never wore his military decorations at the defiles of police. We called Javert more willingly a "copper" than a "brave". Because no one knew anything more from him than his police arrestations.
Even worse; he had sensed the end of the Empire approaching with the battle of Waterloo. And his sulky mood extended to the ranks of artillerymen he commanded. Some thought that the Empe
Napoleonic Battle StoryNapoleonic Battle Story3 weeks ago in Settings More Like This
A pool of blood appeared at Lawfords feet as a man lurched past him clutching the stump of what used to be his left arm. A howitzer shell launched past him, exploding, causing nearby men and stone to be fly over the top of his shako. The person next to Lawford vomited as the head of a decapitated redcoat landed at their feet. The crack of muskets filled his ears and the stench of sulphurous smoke that surrounded him caused him to gag and choke on the fumes. All around him men were lying on the grass, crying and screaming for their mothers. It was more red than green now as he ducked to the floor as a cannon ball screamed past. He could see a tangle of man and beast as cavalry charged a French line, yelling battle cries as horses whinnied and fell as bayonets plunged deep into their flesh. Beside him the line was hit by a volley his kinsmen fell around him as another volley of hot metal was poured into the line. Men were lying there as blood filled the lungs an
Jurassic Empire: Origins PrologueJurassic Empire: Origins Prologue2 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Prologue: Fall of Erebor
"My dear Eleanor" The old woman struck her match against the matchbox, lighting it, and lowered it towards her candle, sitting on its candle tray. Once lit, the wick glowed brightly, bathing the painted walls of her bedroom in amber light. "You asked me once that if I have told you everything there was to know aboout my adventures." Picking up her light source