Graduation: A Walk to RememberA platform scaling to new heights.Graduation: A Walk to Remember3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Waiting an eternity for a beginning.
Her nervous hands grasped white parchment.
My future begins in this moment.
Time is frozen at high speed.
Fin revamped: Once Upon a Time.
Yoga"You're not going to be weirded out when we meet in person are you?"Yoga2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Are you going to be uncomfortable?"
I open my mouth to answer but pause. Was I going to be uncomfortable? Could I still hug her or would that make her uncomfortable? I sigh "I don't know maybe, I mean I guess if I act distant for a few minutes don't freak out it's perfectly normal..."
She laughs "I'm not much of a hugger anyway."
I smile and before I can reply she giggles "I mean I get it, but it doesn't have to be uncomfortable, you're the same as you've always been, just don't mention how hot I am in my yoga pants."
My eyes widen and my cheeks suddenly burn "oh golly!" I blurt "I don't think I'm the only one who has complimented you on your yoga pants!" I slap my forehead and mumble "I'm never mentioning you and yoga pants in the same sentence again..."
All I can hear is nonstop chuckles.
"It's not that funny!"
"I can totally imagine your face right now, all wide eyed a
PC .:Sneak-out Adventure:.It was late in the evening on planet Mobius, home planet of Hyp the Hedgehog and Mia the Echidna. It was around nightfall, and the two girls were both at home. But not for long.PC .:Sneak-out Adventure:.18 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Two feet wearing red boots were running across the grass. They stopped at a house, which the grass they had been running on seemed to be the lawn of.
“Mia! Mia! Are you there?” Hyp whispered. She was standing on her tiptoes and leaned on the windowsill of the open kitchen window about a meter away from the front door.
“Mia!” Hyp repeated a little louder. “Come on! We've got to go before they catch us!”
It took a few seconds before silent footsteps announced that someone was coming.
“Jeez, Hyp, calm down a little,” Mia whispered while rubbing her neck. “You're lucky my dad isn't here tonight... It's just mom, Wreath.”
“Back to Angle Island, I guess?” Hyp replied and smiled. The lights in her emerald eyes twinkled in the moonlight.
Life with Avengers (Reader-Insert) FinaleClick.Life with Avengers (Reader-Insert) Finale3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The shutter sound was unbelievably loud in the silent room, and Steve bit back a wince at the noise. Glancing down and seeing that nothing had happened, he braved another shot.
Clint was lying on his back, his legs propped up on the armrest of the couch and crossed at the ankles. One arm was tucked beneath his head and his other curled protectively around the little girl that was draped bonelessly over his chest.
Natasha's hushed entrance from the patio created the slightest breeze of chilly, night air, and (Y/N) snuggled closer into Clint's warmth. At the movement, the archer simply tightened his grip to secure her. Steve glanced at the redhead when she stopped beside him.
"That," he whispered. "Is the most adorable thing I have ever seen in my entire life."
She smiled. "Agreed."
"Why the hell are you whispering?" Both soldier and assassin rounded on Tony, shushing him and pointing at the sleeping pair on the couch. Creeping forward, he peeked over the back of the sofa. "Please
Three Cups (one-shot) (Uk/Arg+Falklands)Even though I’m not human, I still have an age, I’m still fourteen years old, but only physically. Even if I’m stuck in time, I excitedly watch the snow falling down ever winter. And even though my death probably won’t happen, at least in this century, blood still runs through my veins, my heart throbs, and I, too, can get ill. My symptoms are not different from a normal human being’s, and I, too, get educated like children my age.Three Cups (one-shot) (Uk/Arg+Falklands)9 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Many don’t understand that, while others accept it as a reality beyond question. They treat us normally, but when themes such as my age come out, the difference between us and them gets more evident. Sometimes, I play with the kids from my islands, even if I have more things to worry about, I can’t help it, but I try not to do it too often, too.
When our fun comes to an end I see them leaving along their progenitors, those who gave them life. They don’t talk about anything of the kind, when they realize I
Musical time!Hasorrow: *Singing*Musical time!17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
If I could make a single wish,
it would be to just be free.
I hate being abused all day,
but it's something I have to live with.
It's all because of him,
that cruel sick jerk.
He wounds me in the worst worst way.
And yet no body sees that...
Being abused is not right,
but it's something I must go through.
No person can help me through my troubles. Please Big man from above, help through the paaaain~
Because I hate being treated like this.
You're not the only,
I am just like you.
I too feel the same thing 'cause I'm also being hurt physically .
Everyday he tortures me,
And I'm so damn sick if it.
If I could a single wish,
it would be to just be free...
I'm not alone
No you're not
You know my grief
Because I live it too
Hasorrow and Double: *Singing*
We both live with evil people who abuse us sooo much!
And we can't do anything at all.
A Soliloquy of RememberanceEveryone takes blessings for granted.A Soliloquy of Rememberance18 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
We are never thankful for the wind until the sun is sending its wrath upon us. A clear nose is never wished for until we're cursed with a cold. Everyday, we bathe in the riches of our warm clothes, only to desire them when snow blankets our coats. I always took my aunt's presence for granted. Now that she is gone, I realize how much I needed her.
Oklahoma is known for its horrid winds and continuous tornadoes. When the twister stirred up a mess of debris, it left a path of destruction in its wake. Houses were destroyed; trees were torn down; lives were lost. Aunt Cassandra was just one of the many women whose eyes were closed permanently from the hands of the tornado.
I was so used to hearing the news of causalities on TV. Two weeks ago, I heard about one particular death over the telephone. I never thought that a tragedy could tear my life into shreds so quickly, but I guess this wouldn't be life if it didn't shock you ever once in a while.
Spirit and Maka's love part oneSpirit and Maka’s love part1Spirit and Maka's love part one1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is years before Maka hates spirit about his cheating on her mom, and I have had a soft spot for spirit so please stay with me and let me explain
I have loved Maka since I first seen soul eater her spunk and courage encouraging me through life when I was going through dark times and as I seen she hated spirit yet she and he had some of the funniest moments together like the first funny moment of the series with him and soul and Maka after they defeat jack the ripper. Well after seeing how funny spirit was I decided to write this fan fiction as proof of his love for Maka and her love for him even if she denies it she loved him if not still loves Spirit her dad.
Spirit walks into Maka only 3 years old room to check on her after hearing her scream. “Maka honey what is wrong?” Spirit asked clearly concerned for his daughter. Papa I seen a monster in my closet, Maka clearly crying as she thought she seen a monster. “Aw
Naruto next generation: stay away from herStay away from her.Naruto next generation: stay away from her3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sasuke was looking after Hayate and Ama-chan for Hinata whilst she went out shopping and Naruto was with Hana helping her train, Sasuke took them out with Daisuke for a walk. To the park they liked to go to, it was a like 5 minute walk to it so yeah do them some exercise on the way Sasuke passed a familiar aura one he know for somewhat long time should i say. He didn't want to look at her "hey Sasuke!" called the annoying voice Hayate and Ama-chan turn, to see who called Sasuke and saw Sakura. Naruto told them all about her "isn't that the girl who beat up daddy?" Ama-chan asked feeling sad, "she is going to beat us up?" Hayate cried "daddy.." Daisuke looked at him. "No if she touches you i'll kill her" he told them making them not to worry, they ignored her and went to the park.
Life with Avengers (Reader-Insert) Part 7JanuaryLife with Avengers (Reader-Insert) Part 73 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Phil C. Bear had not left (Y/N)'s side since Christmas, a furry little bridge between (Y/N) and Clint. The archer watched with interest and slight pride as she toted it with her around the mansion, but the two still danced around each other, neither quite comfortable with making the first move.
"You're acting like a kid asking a girl to dance for the first time," Tony finally told Clint, sick of watching the pair eye each other like two leery cats. "Stop acting like an idiot."
So Clint did.
Natasha was in her room, cleaning her pistols, and did not look up when he entered. Tony had cranked the heat to sweltering temperatures, in deference both to Steve's time in the ice and (Y/N)'s inclination for warm toes without having to wear socks on the hardwood floors, and so Natasha was wearing only shorts and a worn tank top. Clint shifted silently on his feet.
"I want to try again."
Natasha stilled, flicking her eyes up. Clint stood in the middle of the room, perfectly motionless, whi
Life with Avengers (Reader-Insert) Part 6DecemberLife with Avengers (Reader-Insert) Part 63 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Concern for Clint, (Y/N), and the situation in general put Steve in quite the mood as the Christmas season advanced. He was determined to make Christmas a better experience than Thanksgiving turned out to be, and, as a result, he treated holiday preparations much like battle plans.
Breakfast was finished, the dishes thoroughly rinsed and placed carefully in the dishwasher, but the team continued lounging in the kitchen. Steve, who was at the counter and nearly finished with the first batch of sugar cookie dough, had insisted that they stay to hear their "holiday assignments". Thor had arrived at some point during the night and was now watching the proceedings intently.
"Natasha, I want you and Bruce to decorate the manor," Steve ordered, looking marginally less impressive than usual in an apron embroidered with Christmas ornaments. (Y/N) ducked around him, sneaking a piece of dough. Tony frowned at Steve from his position at the tea table, stifling a joke at the copious amount
Fear's Of The Past “The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.” Franklin Delano Roosevelt had once said this glorious line. In 1932, that may have been the case. But now, here in the present day, we have many things to fear. So many terrifying, gut wrenching, blood spilling things to fear. I would know. Being who I am, and knowing where I came from and where I am now, I most certainly know all about the subject of fear. Fear has many forms, revealing itself to all ages and is ready to meet you around every corner.Fear's Of The Past23 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I strode down the dingy sidewalk with a look of arrogance on my face. It was clear I meant business and was ready to fight anyone who dared to look at me “the wrong way”. As I passed the children playing on the sidewalk, I fought to hold my glare. I wanted to stop and play with them. One of the boys’ basketballs rolled in my direction, but I trudged on, ignoring it and the hurt look on the boy’s face as it r
Kettle and PotThere was a house with no people, in a city with no people...still the markets were filled and noisy, birds flew and picked on grains. Dogs scouraged the garbage cans, rats ran down sewers, there were news papers on stalls, and cloths hanging on the cloths lines on the green mowed lawn. The radio and TV played and there were dishes laid on the dining table, and fruits in the basket, and wine to be served out.Kettle and Pot1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
And there was a kitchen in the house, there was fresh baked bread in ovens, the supper was cooking on slow heat, where a live stove functioned, and there was a kettle of tea on the stove, about to boil, and a pot cooking supper soup. And a rolling pin accross the rolling tablet.
"I like you" "He likes me, I am so pretty and fair....I am a princess of glistenig shine...look at you ugly, fat orc!!"
A loud, loud wistle the kettle blew...."tea...anyone tea?"
"its time for supper dear...and we have some slowly roasted bread and meat, and the special soup in the simmering pot"