amuto love story chapter 1 amuto love storyamuto love story chapter 16 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
in a faraway broken down church lays a girl who watched over the events that caused te biggest confusion for one amu hinamori. The sleeping girl got up from her coffin and smirked as she looked out the window. her purple hair layed messily on her face. "the humpty lock and dumpty key were made for each other." she wispered "its destiny, but like all things it needed a push." she smirked as her blood red eyes scanned the forest and locked on the couple. "who knew so many things lied in the way, i can only make sure it happened. i'll tell you the amuto love story." she smiled widely just thinking about it. "Uhay.." a gaurdian
We're band geeksWere band geeks, we know it. We spent our summer in band camp which meantWe're band geeks7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
running around the high school and considered it fun. We spent the hours on the
field marching back and forth, and even longer on playing our instruments. Then at
the end of the day we would complain on how our feet and arms and anything
else hurt, but then would get up and do it all again. When school began we all
tried to stick together, being new to this grand school, and in the morning we
would hang out in the band hallway which we had come to refer to as home.
Weekdays spent on practice and homework, Friday nights spent on football
games. Saturday was our game day; we practice like it was band camp, and then
rode on a bus for hours to our competition. And we were all excited about
marching on the field, no matter where it was or how famous it was, we were
happy. Then we would arrive home in the early hours in the morning to go home
and sleep all day Sunday just to repeat the cycle Monday. B
Perfect DayPerfect Day5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. Using for own amusement. Making no profit. No © infringement intended.
Warning: Yaoi pairing, fluff overload
Pairing: Zack X Angeal
Setting: Crisis Core ??
Summary: Muffins: Zack is not the tidiest baker.
Type: One-shot ficlet request
"Wake up, pup," Angeal cooed softly leaning over Zack as he petted tousled hair, "I've made you breakfast."
Zack opened his sleepy eyes to gaze up adoringly at his mentor. "Chocolate spread on toast?" he mumbled hopefully.
"Not quite," replied Angeal, "Pancakes, but you can have them with chocolate spread if you want." He smiled down at Zack's suddenly bright face and large, puppy-like eyes. "I thought you'd be pleased," he chuckled.
Zack nodded vigorously and bounced out of bed and into the kitchen with almost childish glee. He stopped, however, when he saw what Angeal had done: the small table was
Just A GirlI am a girl. I'm just like any other teenage girl my age. I have breasts. I have wide hips and a round ass. But I also have feelings. And a name. My appearance isn't all it's cracked up to be. I don't have the beautiful hourglass figure guys are attracted to. You only seem to notice the insignificant things. You don't seem to notice that I am self-conscious person. I'm shy. I wear glasses for reading and worry about people calling me names like 'four eyes'. I wear baggy clothes to hide my body because I'm unhappy with the way I look. I've never had a boyfriend because every time a guy tries to talk to me I fumble, stutter and only end up making a fool of myself. You know this, you got the first-hand experience. I don't have any friends because I'm afraid to let people get to know the real me. The person I keep locked inside. My mum is my best friend. I have no siblings. My father left us before I was born. I work at a book store because my mum is always working and we need the money. IJust A Girl5 years ago in Teen More Like This
A Taste of Marching BandImagine yourself in a constricting, uncomfortable uniform. The shoes pinch your toes just a little. The pants are itchy. The jacket doesn't allow much movement, and the collar keeps your neck straight. The hat makes you sweat, and the chin strap is chokingly tight. You are in the band. You play an instrument. You've memorized four songs for the half time show. You've memorized numerous charts of where to move on the field. You hold your instrument in the attention position, standing straight and tall, not moving.A Taste of Marching Band8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Now imagine you are standing on the track surrounding the football field. You are in lines, waiting for the whistle to let you start marching onto the field. You look up into the stands and see over 2,000 people in the stands. They're all watching you, waiting for you to start the show. The drum major blows the whistle and you march onto the field. You roll your feet, making sure the top half of your body isn't moving but gliding to your spot. You stop and wait again. The drum
Frustrated ChristianSometimes Christians baffle me. I'm talking about a very specific group of Christians... a group that is much more prevalent and numerous than I want to believe. They want to draw souls to themselves, but they sneer and spit poison when they think no one was listening. They dominate the charity scene, but they pick and choose which people are deserving of their help. Not content to just cling to their faith, they choose to cling just as tightly to their behaviors, insisting that God is leading them so their behavior is right, no matter what anyone says. If any of these describe you, my message is for you.Frustrated Christian2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
You are sent to mirror the image of God to the people of earth. Is that what you want people to think God is like? Do you want people to think God is a back-biter who gleefully jeers about the "bad" people among his elite followers and friends? Do you want people to think that He only picks people
Mayn LiblingYou sometimes wonder where the time goes. But only sometimes because after thinking about it, you soon realize that it gets eaten. Consumed entirely by marching band, from the start of May to the start of November.Mayn Libling5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's the last practice of the season, and you try to remember how everything started back in May when you first got the music for the show. It sounded awful, yet you hope that you never got rid of the videos you recorded from that one particular woodwind rehearsal.
You are now being told to get into a fundies block starting by the curb, and all you really want to do is go back inside and pretend that you aren't in band, because running to a cadence is not on your list of things that are fun. You still fall into place as the first person in the second row on the left, in a line with all of the other section leaders.
"Left! Left! Lefty righty left!"
You repeat the line as everyone's feet hit the pavement in time
You Might Be a Band Geek If......you consider the term "band geek" a compliment, and often refer to yourself as one.You Might Be a Band Geek If...6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
...you answer to "Hey you band geek," "Hey you band nerd," and "Hey you band dork."
...you yell at the loading crew if they put something on the band truck wrong.
...you are always at the band truck making sure the loading crew doesn't kill anything.
And you aren't on loading crew.
...you can be hot, sweaty, and tired and you don't care.
...you incorporate random tags into the Go Mighty ______ song. Like Power Rangers.
...you dance to stand tunes. All the time.
...you think artists like The Offspring and AC/DC have good stand tune songs.
...you KNOW artists like The Offspring and AC/DC have good stand tune songs.
...you sing as loud as you play. And you sing well.
...you play louder than the opposing band that is twice your size. And it sounds good.
...you sing louder than the opposing band that is twice your size sings. And maybe
FiveMy son is five years old. These are just some things I never thought I'd say, hear, or witness...until I had a kid.Five3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Mom! Can we drop your car out of an airplane? It'd be super, super, really cool."
"What? NO, we cannot. Where did you get that idea?"
While petting the dog, I notice that his fur is sticky. And clumpy. Naturally, I confront my prime suspect to begin my investigation.
"Do you know why Ivan's fur is sticky?"
"Yes! I put glue stick on him."
"Oh my God. Why did you do that?"
"Because he likes it. And, I wanted to."
"Mom, I need Cool Ranch Doritos really, really badly, or I may die."
(While in the bathroom, talking to himself): "Hello penis, is that you? I'm so glad you're here."
"Why won't you eat these peas? You used to love them when you were a baby."
"I am not a baby anymore,
Marching BandWe smell the turf, we feel it in our shoes. We march and march through the heat, and through the sun. We dont give up, for it is fun. We play our instruments and make music for the crowd. We love what we do and we are very proud!Marching Band5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Go Marching band!
Tea for TwoI observed her fragile corpse upon the cemetery seat, looking to and fro like a lost pigeon. She blinked her watery green eyes at me just once as I approached, then let them oggle wide.Tea for Two3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Madam," said I, "have you any need of assistance?"
A soft moan echoed back across the dying rhododendrons.
"Are you tired? Lost?" A quick glance at her spittle-slathered chops. "Hungry?"
She nodded vigorously and a bit of froth flew loose to stick upon a nearby leaf. I watched as it slowly slid its way to the very tip and plopped with a light "thwack" upon the freshly upturned soil.
"Er, there ought to be a dead squirrel or two out back by the fence. I imagine Mortimer left something, he's always forgetting what he's doing and scampering off, you know how those crazy groundskeepers can be . . ."
She made a sound a bit like the braying of a hound.
"Perhaps you don't. Anyhow, come along."
When dealing with the dead, it's best to be polite. I suppose I would be anyhow, though, I can't help it. It's simply
The BirthThe Birth3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It's a girl!" the obstetrician said, holding the small, bloody infant up.
Cloud gasped in relief, tears of pain still running down his cheeks. Sephiroth was staring at the small creature the doctor was gently drying off and wrapping in a blanket. That was that was his child? He'd been expecting it, looking forward to it for so long he honestly did not know how to feel now that he saw it for the first time. His child. His baby. Surely he was supposed to find it overwhelming and beautiful, not a little bit unsettling and strange-looking.
"Oh, wow, she's got so much hair!" one of the nurses cooed. She took the swaddled baby and handed it to Sephiroth, "Congratulations!"
Sephiroth took the baby automatically, looking down at it with a mixture of feelings that he still wasn't sure how he felt about. The newborn blinked unfocused blue eyes at him. Blue, slit-pupil'd eyes.
She had his eyes. Oh, they were Cloud's in color, but other than that bright blue, they were exactly l
A True Christian . . . .A True Christian . . . .5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
A True Christian does not calls Christianity a religion, but a relationship with God through Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior. (John 15:14-15, Hebrews 13:5, John 10:27-28, Proverbs 17:17, Job 5:19, Psalm 37:39)
A True Christian does not do good deeds so that he/she can get to heaven (for through Jesus Christ, he has a place in heaven), but so that you can take care of you fellow man and to love one another. (Romans 3:9-31, John 15:17, Luke 10:25-37, Ephesians 2:8-10)
A True Christian does not condemn others for their sins for God did not sent his son to the world to condemn it, but to save it through him. (John 3:17, Luke 6:37, 1 Peter 2:22)
A True Christian sings, dances, and praises God not so that he/she can impress other people or God, but because he/she loves God and his son. (Matthew 22:37-39)
A True Christian speaks for those who can't speak for themselves. (Proverbs 31:8-9)
A True Christian does not hate people, but sins. For those
leavemedon'tleaveme.you make me sick. you make my stomach fold in on itself and press out against the lining of my flesh. you put lumps in my throat and you tie strings to my tear glands and tug until the world is just a panoply of blurred lines, hazy colour and bokeh.leavemedon'tleaveme.6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
you made me do this. you put the knife in my fingers and you told me to tear, you said you would care if i hurt myself like this. you said youd care if i opened my flesh up for you like a gift of blood and flesh and tissue. but you never really did.
i like being small, i like being the blue eyed girl sitting amidst background noise, rubber band arms holding the necks of her legs together. i like being the blue eyed girl with hands holding her from spilling in a mess at everyones toes. i like it when theyre your hands.
i try to define you with mental disorders. i say you have schizophrenia and pretend its a valid excuse. im in love with one of your personalities, but the other doesnt even notice
Silent MurderSilent Murder7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I have murdered the one who loves me most. How can I live on after committing such a deed? He was the only one who gave me life, gave me a purpose to live. How am I to live on?
How am I to explain my most heinous crime? How can I thrust aside the veil that covers my heart and expose my darkest stain to my best friend, my mother, the world?
I shall explain this horrid occurrence.
Once, there lived a man. Never in his life did he commit a crime. He never spoke a wrong or hurtful word. He never did something stupid. He didnt slip up. He was perfect in every way imaginable; in the small and in the large things, he was explicitly flawless. He loved everyone, even those that the world hated (and had a reason to hate). He loved the ugly, the murderous, the spiteful, and the foolish. He loved everyone...including me.
But you see, we didnt love h
i am.i am a skeleton draped in your memories you're not even sure you wanted with fireflies floating inside my skull like a macabre paper lantern that is sitting in an attic somewhere collecting dust and spiderwebs and trains of thought. i am lost in this forest that you planted from old pop cans and headphones and there is no white rabbit to follow, only these melting clocks that are not telling me if i am late or not. i am porcelain temples with shellshock headaches that are rocking me to my tangled spinal cord that is mixing up my please-eat and do-not-cry signals so instead i am crying while trying to keep down my last meal of shards of glass and splinters of your broken promises that i swallowed whole-heartedly like a dog swallowing a chicken bone.i am.6 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
i am half-truths and book jackets bound together with dental floss and sailing ropes and weighed down with your anchor you made from melted-down wedding bands and my self-confidence. i am covered in scars made from your teeth when you smiled
one percent of deathsi'm thinking of crawling under a rock, or possibly using that same rock to bash my skull in.one percent of deaths6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i'm sure blood is a prettier shade of red than the clay the cromagnen men used, [but fingerpainting has never been my forte.]
and sometimes, i wake up, and i make up excuses and tell myself lies so that i can drag myself out of bed and get enough motivation to do anything for myself.
i can't eat without feeling the urge to puke it up, because i am not eating for you anymore.
i can't breathe without feeling the urge to hold my breath, because i am not breathing for you anymore.
i can't cry without trying to gouge my eyes out, because i am not crying for you anymore.
[i am crying because of you.]
and when my lies are as transparent as a mosquito net and my excuses as weak as the dog ate my homework, i just sit in the kitchen and stare at the cutlery drawer, but i do not get up [because i do not trust myself].
i am tired,
but there is no rest, not yet.
i still have ma
Twatitus- Condition or Idiocy?Twatitus is a common mental condition suffered by almost all men at some point in their lives, or in a very tragic case, their entire lives.Twatitus- Condition or Idiocy?7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
To somebody who is unfamililar with the condition, Twatitus is generally the concept of a man doing something stupid.
However, when you become more experienced with the condition (aka, you get screwed over almost as much as I do) you will come to discover that there are many different cases of Twatitus.
Here are the most recognised cases, specific problems will often be a mixture of types.
Twatitus [Type A]
The most frequent type that occurs in men, is Twatitus A.
Twatitus A will often cause a man to "check out" other women in an inappropriate situation.
E.g. Staring at another woman's breasts whilst out with a girlfriend.
While this is the least severe case of Twatitus, it can sometimes lead to problems in a relationship if not dealt with quickly.
Twatitus [Type B]
Twatitus Type B is also one of the more common types, but is less fr
Words are LouderBirds chirped happily in the trees that morning, as they did the morning before, and the morning before that, and every other morning since the day after Winter Wrap-up. They swooped from their nests upon the branches to collect their morning meals. The early bird, after all, does indeed get the worm. But, as Celestia's sun crept across the early reaches of the daytime sky, many ponies still slept.Words are Louder4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
However, in a modest house near the centre of the sleepy little town, one pony defied convention, as she did every weekday morning. The blonde mare made her way down the stairs cautiously, the early morning sunlight nearly blinding her through her descent from her bedroom. She had just enough time to grab a quick bite to eat before heading off to work for the morning, and if she was anything, she was punctual.
Digging into the refrigerator, only her bubbly flank would be visible to any pony standing in the hall. She lived alone, so she made no effort to stifle the clanking of bowls, or the p
The GirlStars.The Girl4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Every night, she focused on the stars above her head as the monster invaded her room. It's wet tongue and hot breath sickened her almost as much as its touch. She knew what the monster wanted. It was time to let the Stars take her away again, and forget this pain.
Every day in school seemed the same to her. She tried to focus, but the nightly monster attacks just made it so hard to study. In fact, they made her fearful to do anything, really. She just sat in the back of the classroom drawing stars all over her books and papers while the teacher droned on and on.
She had almost resigned herself to the fact she was never going to escape the cycle when she met a purple pony named Twilight Sparkle one Friday after school. This pony was just like her in ever so many ways. She hid from the world, she didn't have friends, and she even liked the stars. The girl and Twilight soon became fast friends, and the girl soon was joining in on everything her new friend Twilight Sparkle experienc
Rogue Diaries IRogue Diaries I5 years ago in Horror More Like This
The night was crowded with voices, always a distraction that I had taken decades to learn to silence. But this evening it required no schooling, no act of magic or willpower on my part. Her words alone had captured my attention - no mean feat when the predator decides to come calling. The conversation had started a brilliant spark and traveled to every known recess of my mind...ideas sparring at times..at others finding a comfortable home. There was magic here, a tapestry spun of words and thoughts that was spontaneous and unexpected - an agility of phrase, a quickness that seemed to almost move one step ahead of me. How for all the world can you know someone in a second and yet find her an unfathomable mystery?
I watched the crowd pass in the evening's soft blur above her shoulder, her hair a brilliant whip of chestnut, tossed carelessly like a child's toy in the breeze. She smiled, a trick of flickering shadows that curled around her lips as she leaned into me, her voice becoming tha
The Last"The Last"The Last4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By: The Polecat
His footing was unsteady as he walked, weaving about the roadway. Crossing the yellow line, first one way, then the other with his shuffling step. Cracked pavement only crumbling further as worn shoes crunched over them. A shuffle step to the side, weaving about a long abandoned vehicle, one of many that littered the road, every one of them abandoned. Just like the town, the state, the country even the world; all abandoned.
As far as he knew, he's the last. He'd never found another, only the wastelands that surrounded the city he was born and raised in. His friends, his family, his co-workers, all gone. It was as though no one ever existed in the first place.
Where did everyone go? If the man bothered or cared to look he could find the evidence of what occurred here. But he didn't care. He was sick, fever burning his cheeks and infections spreading. He was no doctor, but he knew he was on his last legs. The medicines he found no longer worked, and he di
RC-Paperboard + PyrofoamPaperboard and PyrofoamRC-Paperboard + Pyrofoam5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
An AU Setting RoChu short fic
Ivan was never one to complain about warmth and the heat, but while he was rehearsing how to walk around properly while sporting a huge mascot head of Kitty-chan, he couldn't deny how stuffy his head felt underneath the thing.
Vaguely wondering if he could be somehow mildly claustrophobic, he sat down on the grass behind the huge tree, taking off the mascot head and setting it down next to him. The wind on his face felt great. He sighed and wiped the beads of sweat forming on the sides of his face and glanced at his wristwatch.
It was dusk and Yao was meeting him at this park anytime now. He had to get his act straight.
Alertly looking around, he hoped his two 'henchmen' were carrying out their orders according to plan. If they did anything wrong and his plan was spoiled, they would have hell to pay.
Violet eyes wandered to the huge, white, infernal head next to him and he couldn't help but huff at it.
The first time he met Y
IntensityThere is no greater strength than protecting the ones you love.Intensity8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Or so Ive heard. But then again, in the same breath, Ive been told that I am strong. Both cannot be true, because if I were strong, I would be the sturdy foundations for my friends to stand upon.
Instead, they support me. They are not fooled by my act. I guess its just harder to hide in the light.
But I cannot bear to touch the darkness. I dont have strength enough for that, either.
There is power in the way that I use my body where others would use separate weapons. While they transform an independent force into an extension of themselves, I simply use what is already there. I know that being content to harness what is inside rather than without does not make me any less.
But sometimes I wonder.
I will never control a raging fire, like Khazia, or draw things into existence, like Haiiro-zu. All I have is my own body, and when that reaches its pitiful limits, Im finished. I cannot bring somethi