Corsets and High Tops (Chapter 1)Chapter 1Corsets and High Tops (Chapter 1)1 month ago in Historical
Thursday, April 12th, 2012, 10:45pm
“The ship is sinking and there aren’t enough boats. Not enough by half. Half the people on this ship are going to die.”
Claire took a sip of her cheap box wine, keeping her eyes on the movie she had watched a dozen times and could practically recite from memory. Sure, the romance was cheesy, and the dialogue was pretty atrocious at times, but she couldn’t help but love the film. She had been a Titanic nerd ever since she started her research for a history project back in the fifth grade. One encyclopedia entry and she was hooked. The unexpected tragedy on such a huge scale sparked an interest that kept her fascinated with everything related to the infamous maritime disaster long after she had gotten back her grade on the project.
This fascination had since driven her to read every Titanic novel, National Geographic and non-fiction book she has ever encountered, watch every TV special, either historical or dive
Nychtaoulik Book2 Part7PART 7-Nychtaoulik Book2 Part71 month ago in Introductions & Chapters
Delilah decided to take advantage of the fact the enemy was busy fighting to approach the machine, sneaking around as Grey and Horado(x??) continued to fight to the death. Holy SHIT it was cool, oh, believe me; imagine an edgy cat fighting MULTIPLE FERRETS AT ONCE. Clearly, this is the greatest plot element of all time.
“Soon.” Grey said to Sasha nodding his head.
“… What?” Sasha asked. She was discussing trash with the others.
“The voices tell me you will be leaving soon. But we will meet again…”
“Okay, the whole voices thing’s kinda weird, but I sort of hope you’re right, I need to get back…”
“Oh, Grey’s always got these voices telling him what to do.” Misty explained “They want him to leave but we don’t want him to, and he doesn’t want to, so he stays here.”
“I… see…” Sasha nodded slowly. She has encountered. More crazy.
6th grade fanficIt's been a long time since we've landed on Mystic Island. We've faced Team Rocket on the opposing island. The Navy Black Plague that will only stay away from you if you turn into a Super Sayian. I've been teaching my friends to fly, but they're not ready to learn energy blasts though. I've been trying to find the Millennium Puzzle, as well. And I've been freeing everyone from the evil sorta Team Rocket scientist! Spunky blew a fuse. I guess that was the last straw. Now he's a Super Sayian Cyndaquil Warrior. He has a retractile horn that he broke off and turned into an ice spear.6th grade fanfic1 month ago in Short Stories
Shattered Nightmares (Opening)I always thought that the urban legends were story's that scares little kids to not go outside at night alone or with a group...The legend tale is about a small town called Oakstone, at first the town was Beautiful until one night a group of people went missing when they went out at night. The town people started worrying about who is going to be next to end up missing but the town's mayor tells the town's people not to worried and he will find the missing people but later on...the sky goes grey and more people goes missing each day but on the day of October 18, 1960 the Mayor went missing and the town's people have enough and went looking for the missing people until one of the town's people sees a abandon house in the house and that one town's person went inside and went to the basement. That one town's person saw the Mayor's lift arm on the floor, the one town's person was shock and when he turn around and try to run. He saw a Man holding a Axe and cut's off the Town's person and hiShattered Nightmares (Opening)2 months ago in Introductions & Chapters
Lesson learned - WQAmy, Emmy, and Leanna lead each of their Tokota’s around the soccer field a few times before they headed into the school. They were just a few among many that were there going out to different schools, the three women had been assigned fourth and fifth grade and Lee was nervous of what to expect. She could recall the horror show that was her own grade school experience and she didn’t exactly relish the idea of going back to deal with bratty preteen’s who might try to purposely antagonize the toko’s. Rica whined at her and tugged on the lead as Lola bounded off with the blessing of Amy to run as fast as possible down the length of the field and back again. “If you promise not to fight you can go, we have another fifteen minutes before we need to go in.” She said patting a hand along the black barred markings on her face.Lesson learned - WQ2 months ago in Short Stories
Unclipping the leash lead from the halter Leanna watched as Ricochet galloped to catch up with the merle. The brown half mane Ramona
An Undead tale of Redemption: Chapter 1It was a dark and rainy night in the city of Chicago.An Undead tale of Redemption: Chapter 12 months ago in Introductions & Chapters
The cold winds of the night accompanied the scenario that is quite fitting for here. If anything else, it was just really quiet. But not for long, as a lone figure in a dark trench coat wearing a hood over his face is seen walking down the streets of the rainy night and out to a particular home that was up in the hills and away from the city.
Very few people would even dare to be out here as the night can be a bad place for anybody, yet this man was unfazed by the rain itself or the potential horrors that lurked within the night. Not that it would have mattered as anyone with half a brain would know not to get close to this man lest they want to be on his "list".
Anyways after walking for about over 20 minutes, the unnamed man arrived at the large home and walked to the front doors through the gates.
He gave a hard knock on it and waited. After standing there for a brief 10 seconds, the door slot opened to reveal a pair of eyes.
Elementary GrowsElementary Grows3 months ago in Short Stories
Does summer fly, everyone kid was disappointed about one thing...going back to school. It wasn't a total waste, well, in the opinons of two kids who had to spend the summer alone together while their friends were off to summer camp. Before it ended, Austin and Uniqua spend countless times during the entire summer being with each other, through the emotionl and physical responses of their respective traits, their kind, concern and well-being for each other, and a growing tummy from a certain kangaroo.
Along with their kind nature, Uniqua had grown to admire Austin's soft belly ever since the first time they notice it. Even Austin usually felt concern but really enjoyed it thanks to Uniqua. During the time, the two would play with each other in the backyard, and every time Austin would get hungry, he would have a quick snack, Uniqua even enjoyed watching him eat, his belly getting a filling. Austin would either sleep over at Uniqua's house or in his own bed, not without Uniqua holding hi
DoubleDipperAU: Unfortunate NightmaresDoubleDipperAU: Unfortunate Nightmares3 months ago in Short Stories
AN: So this is an alternate universe where Mabel is not related to Dipper or Tyrone. In this Mabel is their step-sister.
Mabel took a deep breath, looking around as her brother kept a small suitcase at his side, she didn’t want Dipper to go back, but Stanley and Stanford needed help at the shack, and with her still broken leg, she was out of the question. Mabel hugged Dipper tightly before he left, not leaving her seat on the couch for the risk of Grandpa Shermy or Grandma Carla yelling at her for being on her broken leg. Dipper told her he loved her before planting a sweet, lingering kiss on the lips. It wasn’t until Tyrone cleared his throat and Shermy stepped away from the door frame of the kitchen.
“Alright you two.” Shermy started. “C’mon Dipper, lets go.” Mabel waved at her brother and wiped her eyes. Dipper gave her a final quick goodbye kiss, before hugging his twin brother tightly. She’d never really grown up with too much
Kindness, forgiveness and loveThere was once a girl whose simple kindness manages to bring out the beauty in other people. One day while the girl was minding herKindness, forgiveness and love3 months ago in Short Stories
own business a terrified man suddenly stormed inside her house. When the girl ask what was troubling him he told her that he was
being followed by an undead, and he was asking her if he could hide in her house for a while until the being goes away. Before she
could answer there was a knock on the door, the man, who was now frightened to death begged her to hide him. The girl not knowing
what to do hid him. The girl, after hiding the poor man, proceeded to the door. With trembling hands she grabbed the door knob,
twisted it and prepared to see the thing on the other side of the door. The moment she opened it she trembled at the sight at it, the being truly looked like an undead. It wore a red hooded cloak, it had horns on its head and his whole body looked like a person that was already decomposed, for at least a few months. And lastly what terrified the gi
[AA] Latent Project #2: Waking from the DreamIt was night, and Megumi was getting ready for bed. She turned on her night-light and sat down on the edge of her bed. She turned to Kuru and smiled gently. "It was a long day today, huh?" After staying in Central Town until all of her cookies were sold, Megumi and her best friend felt exhausted. She was glad though. She was able to sell cookies, considering her shyness. "Maybe it was because you were by my side." After a short moment of silence, she giggled softly and turned to her end table, which had a framed photo and a small cup of tea. "I need to drink that first..." It was the tea that Jameson-sensei had given the latent students, so they can meet their Alices. Megumi frowned, as she knew how she felt about her own Alice. "It's for a grade. I have to..." She picked up the cup and drank the tea. She let out a small sigh and placed the cup back on the table before lying down in bed. She gently grabbed Kuru and held him against her, closing her eyes as s[AA] Latent Project #2: Waking from the Dream3 months ago in Short Stories
Up All Night I was up late at night once again. It had been two weeks since the sophomore school year ended, and it was summer vacation. Once again, vacation turned out to be lonely, and I found myself planning out ways to hang out with friends during the summer. Two weeks into summer, and the only times I was able to sleep was when I ended up staying up late enough to exhaust myself into sleep. I texted friends everyday, kept in touch with them everyday, and we always hung out as much as possible despite our busy summer schedules. But most of all, I was thinking about her.Up All Night3 months ago in Short Stories
Melody. Everything about her was music to every way I could sense her. Melody, a girl who put a few colored streaks in her platinum blonde hair because she liked variety. Melody, a girl with bright blue eyes. A bubbly and energetic yet philosophical and virtuous girl who easily contrasted my quiet nature, dark hair, and dark brown eyes that had color that could only be brighter in the su
Tales from Alterria: Georgia and the DragonNothing is what it seems to be. The story that is to be told is a good example of this statement. Throughout the years of Earth’s history, figures of myth and legend have been born from its ape-descended inhabitants. Born purely from superstition, than strengthened through imagination, these mythological creatures brought forth fright and wonder to all generations. The most prominent category that these creatures fall in is that of fantasy and fairy tales. Elves, dwarfs, orcs, goblins, all fabricated from the human brain. From time to time, there have been discoveries of these so called “creatures”, like the Loch Ness monster, to fairies playing in grass fields.Tales from Alterria: Georgia and the Dragon4 months ago in Short Stories
What the humans of Earth never suspected, however, was that these beings were not created from superstition, but actually the product of an entirely different world; an ‘alternative dimension’, to be more precise. This different reality was created purely from the human’s incredibly str
The Liability- Chapter 1Mike sat down on a bench near the swingset and sighed.The Liability- Chapter 14 months ago in Introductions & Chapters
"Hey, you're finally here," Fritz said, walking over, but not sitting down, "what took you so long?"
Mike looked up.
"I had to do some work for Mr. Lord. Unlike you, I care about my grades."
Fritz rolled his eyes. "Whatever."
Jeremy walked over, but didn't sit down either.
"H-hey Mike," Jeremy stuttered a bit. He didn't like being in public.
"Hey," Mike said, "So what did you guys want me to come here for?"
"We need you to help us beat these jerks at basketball," Fritz pointed at some older kids; two boys and a girl.
Mike got nervous, looking at the kids. "us? against them?"
Jeremy chimed in. "I told him it's a dumb idea, but-"
Fritz covered Jeremy's mouth and glared at both of them. "Shut up Jeremy. These kids insulted my parents. Now quit your complaining and get on the court!"
Mike crossed his arms. "I understand you're upset about this, bu-"
"I DON'T CARE," Fritz yelled, "GET ON THE COURT!"
Fritz grabbed the hood of Mike's jack
The Boys from NowhereOnce again, Daniel found himself in this situation. Maybe because he was tired from spending the past week sleeping on the ratty couch in billeting, or possibly because he cared little about what boring thing his teacher was talking about, all Daniel wanted to do was curl up into a ball and sleep.The Boys from Nowhere4 months ago in Short Stories
“Well, that about wraps up our English lesson for today. Now that I have time, I would like to introduce our newest student, Daniel Clements.” The slender lady standing in the front of the class cawed. Her voice, grating like nails on a chalkboard. Daniel stood and nervously walked to the front of the class.
“So Daniel, where did you move from?”
“Where are you originally from?”
The dreaded question, one he never knew how to answer. “Nowhere” he replied, the word dripped cold from his mouth, the air escaping his mouth saturated by sad loneliness. A few giggles emanated
Hey New Kids Part 3 (Final) The sun was rising as Monday finally gave meaning. It was the first day of school for the Ferrendi twins. Cooki and Cosmo were up on their feet, in the process of getting dressed and having breakfast. They knew today was their first day of school and that it wasn't going to be any ordinary day.Hey New Kids Part 3 (Final)4 months ago in Short Stories
Cosmo and Cooki searched everywhere for their mother however, there was no luck of them finding her anywhere. The two twins gave up the search, as they finally left the house for school. The two twins grabbed their bike and skateboard, while they are heading to their new school.
Cosmo and Cooki were cruising down the sidewalk, seeing that students were walking, biking, or even taking the school bus to the school. Finally, as minutes passed, the two twins stopped as they looked to see they arrived at their new Elementary school that both of them were going to attend. The two of them could not believe how big their school is
Don't judge a book by it's coverWhy do people judge?Don't judge a book by it's cover4 months ago in Reviews & Guides
Maybe just because of our appearance, our personality, or our country. But, let me tell you something, not all the persons in this world, are bad persons.
Don't judge, because you can be judged too.
This is the story of a very typical judging topic.
Fancy's was the name of a very popular restaurant somewhere else in this world, where only the richest and famous people will go and eat.
But one day, friday to be exact, a woman who had not the best dress, nor the best haircut, nor the best shoes but the best attitude made a line to enter on this restaurant. Her nails didn't have varnish, she didn't have an expensive necklace, she wasn't even wearing earrings like the other women in the line. All the people who was in the line were judging her, because of her dressing way, and her haircut, they thought she was a beggar.
Finally, it was this woman's turn to enter the restaurant, but in that moment a t
Sara's Stilled SecondsA layer of burnt orange pocketed the city line, and blended into a deep blue mass above the mountains.Sara's Stilled Seconds4 months ago in Short Stories
It was her favorite time of day. She loved the way the colors faded…
And now it was the time for her to fade.
It had called her here…to carry out her fate. Knowing her destined purpose, she felt that her love had to see the final moment…to say goodbye…
He would still be protected. By her, by her soul, but it would take on a new form. A form that had no grasp of being…
But it would still be her.
Sara floated on her tiptoes in the middle of the merry-go-round. Her bat wings flapped to the memory of her love’s watch ticking.
She recalled the time when the source of her magic, the two areas of her back that attached her wings, had been throbbing erratically, causing her to freeze the watch in indiglo mode for a week...and the teachers at school had suspected her love of planning a bomb threat that connected to it.
My elementary story 3-4th gradewell, here it is, (the birthday on this profile is wrong, this is my bros old account that he gave me) I was a kid who would get bullied, and I couldn't do anything about it, when I told the teach not only did they not do anything but they also started to called me a tattle tell along with bullies, this all happened when I was in the 3rd-4th grade. third grade I only had 1 bully that was black ( this is all true, and I am not over exaggerating) he would get a group of people and get them to make fun of me. one day at the playground he beat me up, and not a single teacher saw, and though he beat me up he only hit my stomach, while I stood there without breath, I didn't cry, I didn't fight back, and I didn't tell anyone, cause that day was the day I met my first crush. he hit me but it didn't make me scream or yell, I was tough despite how weak I looked (I looked like a weak twig to people when I was in 3rd) I didn't fighMy elementary story 3-4th grade5 months ago in Emotional
Theme 81: Pen and PaperThrough pen and paper I find my escape. Just as one can read or play to run from reality, so can you write. You can write about fantasy, or science, or studies, or maybe even reality, the thing you seek to escape from. Through pen and paper stories unfold, even if we don't want to read them. Pen and paper let one walk in the shoes of another, though there are some shoes we aren't meant to be in or simply can not fit in.Theme 81: Pen and Paper5 months ago in Emotional
I wonder if someone can fit in the shoes of my pen and paper's story? Would anyone want to?
Don't presume to know something about a person until their story is clearly written. Everyone has their own struggles to deal with, even if you can't readily see them. And sometimes pen and paper simply isn't enough.
I think my life's stationary would be ripped paper, marred and filthy, ripped and frayed on all edges, with a pen that's barely functioning. Maybe the button would stick and the ink would be low. What would yours look like, I wonder? And the person's next to you, and
Until We BleedYou can’t honestly believe... Ciarán, this is crazy. Even for you.Until We Bleed5 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Don’t listen to the old witch. What difference does it make to her if the world ends tonight?
You’re not going to do it, are you?
If you aren’t going to do it for yourself, then think of your friends. Think of Máire and Eric. Don’t they deserve a chance to live?
Goddammit, Ciarán, you couldn’t possibly...
I promise, it won’t hurt. Did you know that Eric sometimes counts the fireflies outside his window? He hasn’t even had his first kiss.
“Why the hell did you jump?” He wiped the trickle of blood from his mouth, rolled over, and stared disbelievingly at the sky. His left temple throbbed. He’d done it, hadn’t he? A low laugh escaped his throat. “They told me the world would end if I didn’t.”
Sign of Five c1“Get up!”Sign of Five c15 months ago in Introductions & Chapters
The bucket of cold water hit John and he shot up from the mattress. Through sopping wet bangs he glared at his flat mate.
A bundle of clothes hit his face. “If we hurry we’ll be able to catch Mycroft’s plane.” Sheryl said.
John set the clothes to the side. He sighed and scrubbed his face. “To where?” He asked.
“Carrickfergus, Northern Ireland.” Sheryl replied while waving a printed email back and forth. “A friend has a case for me.”
“Why don’t you go yourself?” John grumbled. Shortly after speaking a second paper was shoved in his face. “What’s this?”
“Medical release form allowing me to carry my gun with my badge, drive, use a motorcycle, or fly a helicopter if the situation calls for it.” Sheryl summarized.
John was mildly surprised that Mycroft was not on the private jet. Instead, it seemed the sibling rivalry and blackmail got t
Faith, Love, and Fairytales All her life Faith has been told that she is the prettiest, smartest, funniest, and overall best girl in the entire world. It is because of this that, when she was six, when adults told her that she was pretty, she would reply with, “I know.” It is also because of this that she is now wondering why no one seems to have a crush on her anymore and also why Leia is the one all the boys like, and why Mia dumbs herself down for them as if that’s supposed to make her more appealing and why it works. People are weird, she concludes.Faith, Love, and Fairytales6 months ago in Stories & Vignettes
At this point she’s supposed to be studying for her Algebra quiz (but she got pretty high scores in all the seatworks even though she didn’t listen to the lecture, so she figures she’ll just skim the handout in the morning) but instead she is questioning why people do what they do, especially in the case of love. She also wonders why her parents named her Faith considering sh
Goldilocks, or the Three Bears: A Retelling I’m hungry and my mother isn’t home.Goldilocks, or the Three Bears: A Retelling6 months ago in Short Stories
The young, golden-locked girl’s stomach emitted an animal growl, as if confirming her thoughts. She gazed around the meadow as she sat in the cool evening grass, her blue dress stained with the green and brown of a day spent picking flowers. Red flowers, to be precise, that she’d placed in a basket alongside a peanut butter sandwich. The sandwich was gone as of a few hours ago, but her hunger still remained.
She got up slowly, feeling herself wince as another hunger pang struck her gut like a well-aimed punch. She was a relatively tall girl for a child of eleven years and she dwarfed the red flowers that dotted the meadow below her just as the trees of the forest dwarfed her in turn. Her long golden hair framed a pair of sharp blue eyes on a
The First Day - Chapter 9 - Singing FriendshipsThe First Day - Chapter 9 - Singing Friendships6 months ago in Introductions & Chapters
Chapter 9 - Singing Friendships
I never thought that Alisa would come back. Our town was mediocre compared to the Paris, France she moved to. I can’t even explain the colossal gap between them. I know how majestic and beautiful Paris must have been, I have seen the pictures. I know it is known as the ‘City of Light’ and that it is one of the most romantic cities in the world. I may not be a romantic person, but I know that it would be the greatest thrill of my life to travel there. I wonder what it was like for Alisa. She was probably one of the most popular and most desired girls in the city. With her beauty, I don’t even know what is better.
Alisa looked like one of those girls I like to avoid like the plague at this school. The popular kids, the girls who act like they are the most amazing people that walked onto earth. I chuckled silently, now