Siren SongSiren SongSiren Song8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Its very important for my plans. Find it! shouted Van, his eyes alight with a calculating glint. Or do you want to remain a coward? You have yet to prove otherwise.
He growled at the insinuation and stepped forward defiantly, his green eyes frigidly glaring at him in rage. Ill prove to you that Im not! Ill find the damn jewel even if it kills me! Van looked taken aback, his prominent eyebrows raised higher than they had in the whole conversation.
What? Asch grumbled. He crossed his arms sullenly and looked up at the man before him expecting an answer. Im not stupid. You sent all those other grunts and no ones found it yet. Van bowed his head and his shoulders shook. Asch clenched his fist before releasing the tension in it slowly and bowing his head as well, knowing what his Masters condition was, and hating it all the same.
Van burst out laughing, his breath catching oc
Cruelty CrueltyCruelty8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It wasn't that she didn't notice.
Natalia saw the tremors he tried, desperately and failingly, to hide. She saw the terrified look he gave her when she stepped closer. She could even tell, even though his jaw was clenched and he certainly wasn't in a state to say anything, that he was silently asking for her to rethink and give him mercy.
"Hardly," she scoffed , "the proper way to act in the presence of your future Mistress, Guy." His blue eyes widened at her mocking, and he ducked his head, obscuring his face from view with the blond windswept hair that made him easily distinguishable in a crowd, and from most of the other servants. It was a pity, she thought, that the looks he held were wasted on someone from so low on the class ladder. Alas, it couldn't be helped.
Natalia tilted her head and silently observed him, watching to see if he would relax and ask
SV Chapter 4 War is ComplicatedChapter 4SV Chapter 4 War is Complicated4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Rarity: War is Complicated
Everything was still. Slightly hunched over a decorative red sandalwood desk she sat in a chair made of finely polished pink ivory with luxurious crimson velvet cushions. The papers on the desk were neatly stacked to the left while a single book titled "Flying Colors" took its residence on the right. Exactly five inches in front of the book was an antique vase that dated back 586 years. The vase was plain but along its rim was a lovely scene of couples walking through a thriving park. Pure white orchids had nestled in the relic, their clean blooms head high. Lined at the front of the desk's polished surface were a row of five pens, all black but each engraved with a different type of gem, perfectly parallel with the one next to it. Nothing moved. Not even her.
Her arms were propped up on the desk, gloved in pure black, and her hands sat folded together, the lovely slender fingers entwined. Beneath the sandalwood s
APH fic-Promise From a Traitor You lied to me!APH fic-Promise From a Traitor4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He stiffened from glaring glint in her eyes as he stood before her. His hands trembled. He shoved them into his pockets so the young woman wouldn't see. The news he gave her didn't make her smile. No rejoice. No hugs. No kisses.
She shook violently from anger and gritted her teeth.
Emilio trusted you My people trusted you I trusted you
His jaw tightened then sputtered out:
But You're free from Spain Isn't that what you wanted?...
Her eyes turned into cold and he held his breath. Like a little school boy would if he encountered bear.
A very angry mother bear.
I-No MY PEOPLE wanted independence from that bastard Not to be governed once again. Especially if it is from an ALLY.
Cringing from the emphasized word, he finally breathed out and took a step forward to her. She immediately backed away from him, a ready hand on her blood soaked bolo.
TotA - Reversal 1Luke, Van said to the smiling ten-year-old before him. If you wish to continue training under me, Ill need to run a few medical tests.TotA - Reversal 18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Why, Master Van? the young boy questioned.
Van smiled. I need to make sure you are healthy, for it is dangerous for a sickly child to wield a blade.
Is it gonna hurt?
Van laughed and ruffled the boys hair. Dont you worry about that. You will be asleep for the whole test, so you wont feel a thing. You may be a little sore when you wake up, but its nothing my student cant handle.
The boy nodded and beamed at his teacher. Okay, Master Van, Im ready!
Van grabbed the boys hand and lead him into the strange room with the strange machines and closed the door behind him.
At the end of the day, Luke was delivered to his home, still sleepy from the anesthesia, as if nothing had ever transpired.
Spider"He may be mad, but there's method in his madness. There nearly always is method in madness. It's what drives men mad, being methodical."Spider8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
-G. K. Chesterton
The plan had gone precisely how he had envisioned it, and he found that he could not be happier when examining the results before him. The boy had been coaxed into leaving the safety of the manor to go through with a promised meeting with his precious "Master" by the docks where he had been easily apprehended by loyal oracle knights directly under his command.
Their backgrounds had been of noticeable Malkuthian descent so as to not arouse suspicion of his allegiances, and they had followed his explicit orders to the letter, exposing themselves in an earlier tussle while seemingly patrolling the area with no authorization.
It was easy, as he had heard the investigations committee discuss in their meeting chamber above the Baticul central plaza, to tag them as Malkuthian wit
Whisper in the valleyWhisperWhisper in the valley2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the valley -
ever heard -
on the wind
in the trees -
all its own -
A sweet hymn
The Orks of Tam'urt Chapta 4Chapta Four: WartrakkThe Orks of Tam'urt Chapta 47 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Say of Da Day: Dats da risk of playin scar poka. Fergritz
Due to the scarcity of parts, a lack of vehicles, and a generally lazy attitude - none of the Orks had left the forgery for the past three days. Brudz bike wasnt big enough to carry four Orks (two of which were Nobs), and the unfortunate Mek had be slogged with the task of producing something Oric and Jamz could ride on.
Oric studied the plan Brudz had drawn. Yew got ta be jokin! he snorted in disgust, yew wanna use me precious Tankabell ta make dis?
Dere aint nuthin else I cn use ta make somefin datll heft yew an Jamz big butts! Brudz argued, Me bike barely survived one big Nob!
Dis is n insult ta Tanky! Whinged Oric. I wont let yer do it.
Brudz didnt win many arguments with a Nob, but she wasnt going to lo
Ragged Edges Chapter 15XVRagged Edges Chapter 155 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Gaze now on the ruins. This was once the crown jewel of their holdings in this cursed expanse, now rendered as compacted dust under the tread of their latest hubris. Such are the humans that they bear no respect for the old, for their own history..."
Warlock Yronashal, from within Hive Sibellus.
"Here, friends." Maenilar pointed out a sort of clearing in the rubble, beyond a caging row of collapsed pillars.
Enormous derelict lumin-globes shone great beams of artificial light across the pitiful and unstable mass of the underhive, surviving as a forgotten leech off the Sibellan power grid - the genetorium Enginseers, tidally locked to the same ignorance of times past which the nobility above clung to, had never quite realized quite what it was that ate so much power.
"It will happen here. Prepare." The Farseer ordered.
Exarch Naechar stepped forward - her expression was well-hidden by her mask, but Maenilar could feel it: She was anxious. She
TotA - Promises 1TotA - Promises 18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
SPOILERS FOR THE END OF TALES OF THE ABYSS
Do not read this unless you have beaten the game (That means you, ~Scorponis).
"Asch! Asch, c'mon! Are you with me?"
Asch slowly opened his eyes and was met with darkness. As his vision adjusted, a face began to appear, a face identical to his own. "I see you died too. Did you at least bring Van down with you?"
Luke cocked his head and looked to the side. "Well…Yes and no."
Asch's eyes widened in rage. He jumped to his feet and grabbed Luke by the collar. "What the hell are you saying? I didn't die just for you to loose to Van!"
"You don't understand! Van is dead; it's me that's not!"
Asch's hands dropped to his sides as he stared, dumfounded, at his replica. "What? But…But how…?
"And you're alive too."
"What?" Asch turned around and shook his head. "But that's impossible! I thought…I know I died…"
"You did." Luke closed his eyes as he recalled the day's events. "I still can't get rid of the felling I got when you
His MelodyHis MelodyHis Melody8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Its in the dark of the night that it catches his attention. Fleeting, and worn as it isit stands out of the ritual murmurings of his mind.
Its all too often that he feels it. A far off melody, thrumming in his bones, in his heart, and any other part of him that buzzes with sentient thought not necessarily always his own. Its almost a constant reminder, pushing him forward when his thoughts turn to the prevalent unpleasant sides of his dilemma. Save the world, stop the one man he had respected above all others, and then, hopefully, quietly fade out of existence.
The first part troubles him the most; the second not so much anymore, and the last has become a thought of assurance. The world would not have to suffer an idiot such as he for any longer than was necessary. And even now, he isnt so sure about how necessary he is, if not for a back up (as was the case to bring him into being) if something were to happen to Asch before which time Lo
-Fanfiction?- Bloody SundayJanuary 22, 1905-Fanfiction?- Bloody Sunday6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
St. Petersburg, Russia
A hoard of people. People by the thousandsno, hundreds of thousands. Marching, singing, advancing, shivering it must have been cold. Werent they cold? Even inside, the Soviet winter spared no one; he wore his scarf and full military regalia and still it was bitter.
He brushed his fingers against the window. A sheet of ice. He drew away.
They were getting closer now. What did they want? He could pick up their voices. Some were singing God Save the Tsar. Others were shouting.
Though he did not want to admit it to himself, he could feel it festering in the back of his mind; the notion that trouble was brewing. Watching solemnly as the crowd persevered against the snow, he caught, out of the corner of his eye, a long, greasy barrel propped against the wall.
They were closer now. A few faces on the front lines became more than just the abstract blur of a distant mob. Singing. Shouting. Indistinct. A cacophony of hum
So much to tellPale moon,So much to tell2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
out of tune,
at my window,
So much to tell -
heaven and hell
to my dreams...
Don't fly too high(French version below)Don't fly too high1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
"-Do you have any talents?
-Several, I'm actually pretty talented."
"I love what you're doing Rose...
Rose? I hate that girl. "
To you, peacock, who proudly believes you're showing your feathers off,
Can a monkey pretend to be knowledgeable without being educated?
From your supposed intelligence emanates a tone of stupidity
To make the cattle from my childhood's fields jealous.
Apothecary of lies, selling his smiles to the more destitute,
Words deprived of meaning and more hollow than your skull,
Your poison spreads slowly as the assassin time.
To you who is, after all, only a shadow of dust
Any storm will evaporate you
Look carefully at your reflection and think, if you can;
Then from your false throne reigning on simple minds,
You'll realize the bitter truth:
You, who think you rise above the others,
Don't fly too high,
The divine beauty of the sky
Was never meant for you.
Ne vole pas
The Orks of Tam'urt Chapta 1The Orks of Tam'urt Chapta 17 years ago in Humor More Like This
Chapta Wun: Off Ta WAAAAGH!!
Say of Da Day: "Time ta make choppy stuff " Oric, Skarboy
On the outskirts of the town of Tamhurt (pronounced Tam'urt by the Ork inhabitants) the barren desert lands were made of use by the squig farmers who needed very little grass. Squigs were meat and fungus eaters, and both were abundant despite the parched landscape.
At the second largest ranch in the Tam'urt district, its owner was informing a Slaver of today's meat deliveries to be made by the Gretchin. The Gretchin were kept in line by the Slavers (often also referred to as a Runtherds), usually with threats of punishments such as being fed to the squigs or being zapped by the dreaded grot-prod (something along the lines of a cattle-prod).
The farm was more than large enough to feed Gotshik's Evil Suns tribe twice over and so extra funds were raised by selling meat to the locals. Regular deliveries were done on a weekly basis; Brudz would drive the truck, Jamz would
SV Chapter 6 War is WarChapter 6SV Chapter 6 War is War4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Pinkie Pie: War is war
The rising sun was like fire. It was blazing without the heat and burning without the flames, bathing the landscape in red. The whole scene had the appearance of a sunset in reverse. Creeping towards a sleepy village, the glowing light slid over the mountains and hills, scorching the fields and trees. However, as the stalking light reached the Everfree forest, clouds began to move in, black and grey claws grasping for the glowing orb. A tiny sliver was all the reached the village before the clouds snuffed it out like a dying candle.
The village of Ponyville was in as sorry a state as ever. A year had passed since the war that had caused the worst of the damages but still they lingered like an unattended wound. Some attempts at repairs had been made, boards hammered over holes, debris swept from the streets, but otherwise they had been left to fester and putrefy. Time had also taken its toll, but it was secondary
PinholesFaltering wordsPinholes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and blemished sight
in the night...
to tear that sky
Nothing you could've doneHer voice strained as she talked. Her lips chapped, and her mouth dry. Zelda nodded her head, and replied back and voicing her 'thanks'. He watched the girl, no woman's purple glossed lips smile, sadly. He knew something was wrong. He knew it. For he felt it. He felt a swirl of worry surround and absorb his entire body. And his mind screamed to do something. But in reality, nothing was happening as of yet. But still this odd sensation of worry had yet to leave his body. The young Princess chatted with one another for a moment till Zelda finally said her goodbye. The woman, the beautiful woman that accompanied him on that long, oh very, very long journey, turned to me, smiling. She said something. But his mind was to blurred to make it out. So instead he watched her. HE watched closely how her lips moved, and when she took a breath. And he even watched a tear down her face. He wondered 'why is she crNothing you could've done4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Orks of Tam'urt Chapta 2The Orks of Tam'urt Chapta 27 years ago in Humor More Like This
Chapta Two: Da Fate ov Tankabell
Say of Da Day: "Mmm, beer." Jamz
Oric took a seat on the remains of the tank. After a Gretchin had fetched him some more beer and squig meat, he explained everything between bites.
" It was a 'orrible, filfy day, de sun was ev'rywheres like always, yeah. So, bein' smart like I alwayz is shut ya yap! I waited 'till dusk, when da sun wasn't so stinkin' hot. Anywayz, de day before, waz dat day I'd been to yer 'ut near dose squig farms. I didn't 'ave 'nough beer ta git slogged on, so I stole some of Cezzy-Po's doktory juices she 'ad in da garage, 'n' took 'em home wiv me. Needless ta say, on da day afta, when da sun was all hot n' shiny n' stuff, I waz bored n' decided ta take me tank for a ride 'round dusk. I also took all dat juice I stole, in case I got firsty.
By da time I'd left da town, I'd already ran out of Cezzy's juice. It was great! Yeah, made me feel all good n' fluffy, n' stuff like dat. I ended up
October rainOctober rainOctober rain2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in my hair...
and golden trees...
as they please -
do not soar -
they hover -
stock-still in time,
bereft of rhyme -
oh where is
in breaking dawn...
Dim lit cafes
burning in red
as singers say...
to that fire...
THE DARKNESS WITHINChapter 1THE DARKNESS WITHIN3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My name is Alice and I’ve been cased into the darkness .I see no light in this world anymore. There's be trill, mystery, and sometimes anger which lead to hearts beginning to break and the trust begins to perish within friends then they began to think they have been be trade. My friends don’t know who I really am because they haven’t seen who I am at home they've only have seen the girl who is happy and can understand and who can relate to their problems and help them find a solution to almost any problem. That’s only at school but at home it’s a completely different story at home I feel empty not knowing that I exist it feels like a dream that I can't wake up from. "It’s more like a nightmare then a dream. I can’t really explain it but when I go to sleep and close my eyes I don’t dream of anything its only pitch black I can’t see any color no sunlight, no grass, no friends, nothing but complete darkness I don’t
ThoughtThoughtThought8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
First hed thought.
It was the peak of the summer, the semi-sweltering heat bringing the guards out of their armor, and into leathers and cotton. The maids tittered around nervously, ducking into rooms and out, knowing naught what to do with the excess of energy that burst through their veins and pled with them to escape the manor, into the vibrant world outside the drapes and tapestries. The gardens and yards of greenery glistened with water, Pierre not letting up his attack on the summer sun, which drove the rain away for long spans of time. The air carried with it the scent of excitement, and tourists from all over buzzed into the towering capital of light, to stand in awe of thousands of years of history. It was an eventful summer afternoon, but he had just woken up.
He stumbled around his room, over loose articles of clothing that had fallen to the ground in an awkward search for clothes to wear. They were of all sizes and color; apparently hed been a very picky
Ragged Edges Chapter 17XVIIRagged Edges Chapter 174 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"The end is nigh."
- Magos Errant Thoromir Teest
Tyreon Dryd awoke with a heavy yawn. He rolled over, slipped out of bed, and stretched out his stiff joints, not particularly interested in the largely-uncovered woman lying beside him.
His tired senses automatically guiding him out of bed, he unceremoniously left his sleeping partner slumbering. The Tactician rubbed his eyelids as he reached for the morning mug of recaf laid out alongside his fresh-pressed uniform atop the dresser, then promptly squinted again at Lady Carthine Laelian's naked backside. He quietly considered her curvature slender, yet well-rounded in all the right places, if a bit firm before slipping out of his bedchambers, not willing to bother with his uniform in his lethargic and apathetic state.
Colonel Spiridon was waiting for him as he entered into his study in a heavy gown. The TASO adjutant rose to attention, and Dryd only put him at-ease after he had sat