Come Back To Me 14Come Back To Me 143 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"W-White," N sobbed through his tears. I'm not used to N crying. I have to admit, I didn't know what to do.
"N," I repeated. I looked at the letters that were all over my floor. I'd used letters to vent my feelings when he was gone. I could never have told him how messed up I really was without him. I couldn't make him feel bad. Yet I had. He had found the one thing I never wanted anyone but me to see.
There were still many more letters in the box. I'd written one for each day he wasn't with me. There had to be over six hundred letters. It seemed as if he had already read twenty. I stepped over the letters as I made my way to him.
"White I'm so s-sorry," he stuttered as I knelt down to him. Seeing him like this ripped my heart. I couldn't bear it. I felt a tear run down my face.
"Don't be," I sighed as I wrapped him in my embrace. As we sat there he melted into th
Draft 1 Chapter 1. The change,Draft 1 Chapter 1. The change,2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
he morning blazing threw my
living room windows. Dust particles are dancing in the rays of light,
to some unheard song. As I sit here in the shadows at my small dining
table. With its dishes from past meals. With its lonely chair I
now sit in. I can’t help to think of my life and what has
passed before my eyes in my 40 years.
What has my life come to? What were the highs and lows? Is there
meaning to my life? If I die today. Would anyone miss me? Is there
more to this life. All questions we all have to ask our selves at
some point in our lives.
Two years after the car
accident. Losing my marriage of 20 years and my two kids. Two
lovely daughters. Smart as whips and always made me smile. Now this
house feels empty. No cheerful screams or bitter tears that can only
come from youth.
Come Back To Me 15Come Back To Me 153 years ago in Romance More Like This
I gasped at the beautiful ring, "N what-" I started until he pressed his finger to my lips. I was sitting on top of him now.
"Will you marry me?" he smiled. I burst into tears of joy.
"Duh, I'll marry you!" I screeched as I hugged him. He laughed and let out a breath he was holding. He took the ring out of the box and placed it onto my finger. The emeralds were the exact color of his eyes. He kissed me as the doorbell rang. We both looked towards my bedroom door. I hopped off of him as he groaned and let me go. I pulled on my clothes and didn't even bother to fix my hair or cover my hickey.
Who should care anymore? The boy who gave me it is marrying me!
I blew N a kiss before rushing down the stairs. I swung open the door and on the other side was Black. He smiled as he shoved a box into my face.
"Here," he laughed as he made his way
The Last Memory: Touko and NThe Last Memory: Touko and N3 years ago in Settings More Like This
He left me.
Left me where I was standing after Cheren and Alder left.
After the Sages ran away.
After Team Plasma went missing.
He left me at the castle window.
The window that stood open to the world where he flew away on Zekrom's back. How could he? After everything? After everything that has happened? His words rang in my head, the color of his eyes and hair and lips stuck in my mind.
He left me.
The words ran loud and banged around in my head, like drums. Each word getting its own note. Reshiram stood behind me, watching the evening sky from the window just like me. He was long gone, nowhere in sight and having no place to go. I stumbled back away from the window and ran into his throne. I slammed my back into the golden throne and slowly slid my
On God and gaysDear Mister.On God and gays3 years ago in Letters More Like This
You know who you are.
You wonder why I sat so quietly when my mother insisted that we get together and talk. I chewed my Orange Julius straw to bits, but you just kept babbling on. A few times, you even paused. Thinking that I might say something. I'm glad I did my eyeliner the way I did that day. I think it gave a good effect when I took the time to narrow my eyes at you over the table.
I'm not sure what my mother thought talking to you might do. Maybe she thought that you would convince me that being gay is wrong. Maybe she thought I would believe it when you told me that it was a choice. That I wasn't born the way I was, God didn't create me this way. I chose it for myself. Crazy hormones, you know?
Using your seemingly favorite phrase bull shit.
You aren't the first Christian that I've met that thinks that being gay is against the bible. But you were the only one who thought that it was your duty to shove that message down my throat. You told me that God would nev
Night of the Monster: PrologueNight of the Monster: Prologue5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
NIGHT OF THE MONSTER
An alarm clock buzzed loudly, filling the silent bedroom with its annoying sound. For a moment it kept going on with its artificial warble until a hand reached out to lazily punch a button on the clock. The alarm fell silent immediately, and the hand flopped limp over the edge of a bed that stood right beside a small night table where the alarm clock was. The blanket on the bed shifted and a lock of red hair crept out. A forehead followed soon along with a pair of closed eyes. One of them opened just slightly, looking for something nonexistent in the dark. An irritated frown formed on the brow and the head slid back into the warm safety of the blanket.
Five more minutes a tired voice mumbled and the blanket shifted again. Suddenly the room was full of noise again. The hand darted to the alarm clock, pounding the beaten machine. It did no good, though, as it wasn
KyuubiXNarutoNaruto/Kyuubi: How can this be?KyuubiXNaruto7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
How can this be? How could the most powerful creature in all of mythology, have feelings for a mere mortal? Kyuubi ran the questions through his conscious again and again, and each time he could not come up with an answer that made sense. Every instinct of his roared in protest. It went against every point of logic that he possessed. He couldnt afford to be emotionally bound to such a lowly creature, especially one that seemed to need his help every time he got in a drastic situation. The idea of him even having such emotions was preposterous. But .no, there was no getting around it. Despite the amount of reasons he could come up with for hating the boy, the reasons he loved him would overwhelm every instinct, every rational thought, and he would be lost in a euphoric sense of bliss.
There was something about the boy that simply .entranced him. Although the boy was weak compared to many shinobi that he had slain in his passed, and require
ParadoxThe raven and the doveParadox4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
discuss their interpretations of love
each inversely insightful
yet so dissonantly one
The sky and the sea
argued over elegance and beauty
said the sea: "watch my waves dance"
said the sky: "they wouldn't dance without me"
The girl and her perfection
deny their undeniable reflection
asks the mirror: "do flaws define the flawless,
and then perfection becomes indecision?"
Sweet sound and vibrant light
competed for the senses' delight
the sound blared them deaf
the light burned them blind
Maybe we just belong
equally oppositely attracted
Picture perfectly paradoxical
Picture perfectly paradoxical
Welcome to Yokoshima High CH1"talking"Welcome to Yokoshima High CH17 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The main character is Naruto and this is a high school
fic but they're demons and
humans are the school. Naruto is a hanyou kitsune but
has a fluffy fox tail with kawaii kitsune ears along with it.
Naruto is 15
It was a peaceful morning and for our young kitsune
hanyou it was his first day in high school. His
alarm clock beeped and beeped until Naruto
crushed it and slowly went back to sleep.
It wasn't until a half an hour later that he woke
up to find his alarm clock crushed. He got up
with a yawn and sat there thinking for a minute
and realized he was going to be late for his first
day of high school. His eyes widened in horror
wondering what the teachers would do to him
since practically all of them are demons.
He jumped out of bed and rushed to get dress.
"I'm going to be late! It's also my first day to!" struggling
to put his pants on and fell on his ass for rushing.
After dressing and wrestling to put his shirt
Don't Taze Me Bro"Hey, check this out."Don't Taze Me Bro3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Dave looked up from the tv screen briefly, glancing to where Bro stood hunched over a box on the kitchen table. The elder Strider's body obscured most of the small brown package and what it contained, igniting his interest. Curious, Dave humored him.
"What is it? A new sex toy for your smuppets?"
He heard Bro snort as he flit his eyes back to the screen to resume his game. The buttons clicked out an odd beat as he depressed them beneath his fingers, expertely directing his player around the course.
"Not even. If it'd be used on anyone, it'd be used on you."
Dave stopped in the middle of his sick grind to pause the game and look over the futon. Bro was still concealing the package on the table with his body, filling Dave with a a wary sense of curiosity. He could hear Bro laugh at his reaction and knew that his brother was purposefully blocking the view of whatever mystery item he'd gotten in the mail to either annoy him or set him on edge.
It did both.
Writer's BlockWaking up at three o'clock,Writer's Block3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with this dreaded writers block.
It mocks me sitting on my paper,
maybe I'll write something later.
Tired of making words that rhyme,
I really just don't have the time.
Rhyme, grammar, emotion, meter,
maybe I'll stick to being a reader.
That line doesn't fit in that verse,
putting that word in makes it sound worse.
Can't think of anything to say,
my thoughts are all in shades of grey.
Imagery is overrated,
big words are so outdated.
Why does inspiration avoid me?
I'm very uncreative, you see.
I can't think of another line,
I can't make another rhyme.
So for now, writer's block, goodbye,
I'll be back tommorow for another try.
Encounter: Chapter 1Weapons flashing, angry voices. "Assassin! Assassin!"Encounter: Chapter 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The assassin- Altaïr Ibn La Ahad- scaled the wall, desperate to escape the guards. He let out a cry when an arrow struck his back. Fire ran up and down his spine.
In his pause during the climb, an archer took advantage and shot another arrow at Altaïr. It hit his right arm, making him lose his grip on the wall. Altaïr dangled from the ledge with his left hand, pain shooting up his arms and back as he tried to swing his legs up to get back. The first time didn't work, the second he barely made it on.
By this time one of the guards had attempted to go after Altaïr. A sword in his hand, he scrambled up the wall. With his terribly injured state Altaïr had trouble reaching the top. The guard approached him, taking a jab with his sword and missing. But he had slipped on something; the guard glanced down to see wet blood. Glancing up he saw Altaïr's blood dripping on him. It gave him courage that the as
the passage of timein that moment you fancied that you could hear her heart, each beat enough to shake the ground beneath you both. you imagined that the bass-hum of music was the slow labor of her muscles, rhythm and rhyme. you wondered if it would go on beating foreverif she were somehow keeping the time of the universe. slow. slow. slow.the passage of time3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
half-light threw the topography of her bones into relief, and for long moments you watched the pulse at her throat. slow. slow. slow. it made no leaps, no bounds, nothing but the measured march. slow. slow. slow.
you thought about touching her, wanted to discover if you could make that heartbeat race. your fingers reached into the space between. slow. slow. slow.
she shifted, and sighed, and slept on, and the shadows tumbled into the hollows and stayed. the thread of her pulse murmured, and was lost.
the bass rumbled and the grass around you answered, whispering in the breeze. you let your hand fall. slow. slow. slow.
Waking UpOnce again I was sitting in his car,Waking Up2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the fourth time,
It was me and the guys from class.
The music was loud, with lots of bass.
I was smiling, having a great time.
And just like the last times,
I also felt like one of the guys this time.
Laughing at their jokes,
Ones that girls usually just think of as stupid,
Or that girls usually don't see the humor in.
I also felt more comfortable and entertained.
Because I felt like I was where I belong.
I was actually one of the guys, a guy.
I looked down,
And I noticed something I hadn't noticed the other times.
I was sitting in the backseat,
And since it was a full car,
My leg was right beside one of the guys'.
I've always been told I'm tall,
and I am,
compared to most girls.
My legs, which had always been so long,
Were suddenly so short.
My knees which I had always thought was a tad too big,
Were suddenly so small.
Both had suddenly gotten so small,
so round, not fat,
just so womanly.
His legs were so lon
Pony POV Dark World Part 29 Give A ReasonPony POV Dark World Part 29 Give A Reason2 years ago in Drama More Like This
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Pony POV Series
Dark World Part 29 "Give A Reason"
By Alex Warlorn
"…She's…me… my… Nightmare."
"A nightmare? When yer awake? Heh-eh. Kinda funny," Apple Pie said while shivering.
"She feels like you, when… when you almost… Pinkie Pie." AJ couldn't say the full sentence. "Like…Nightmare Mirror did tah meh…"
For a moment, Spike felt like a baby dragon again. Derpy looked at Twilight and the Alicorn at the same time with her wall eyes, trying to super impose them over each other mentally, it was far too easy.
"So you've finally shown yourself."
Twilight looked at Rarity, "You knew?"
"Not in the least. All I knew was that I felt something traveling along with us. Some nameless passenger. Something so familiar it was painful, but I couldn't figure out what…Well, now I guess we know what the Sea Pony meant by the Alicorn witch."
*Everypony! Be on guard!*
"Your statement is of course, as
You Know You Write Too Much...You Know You Write Too Much When...You Know You Write Too Much...6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
. . . when you find it scary that you're the same age as one of your charactersonly she has two boyfriends and you have none.
. . . when that fact depresses you, even a little.
. . . when every waking minute is consumed by ravenous plot bunnies.
. . . when you carry a tattered, scribble-filled notebook with you everywhere for fear of being unable to write down any ideas that may strike while you're at Wal-Mart.
. . . when going to the airport and walking through the terminal makes you wonder about another character of yours and if her dad would let her go globetrotting alone.
. . . when the answer to that question is "YEP!"
. . . when you know that that same character would get to travel in Daddy's private jet, too.
. . . when you realize that ANOTHER of your story characters nearly died in a car wreck when she was only a little older than you.
. . . when you find yourself constantly editing and rewriting things because you're plagued wi
The Dark Side Unleashed Part 1The Dark Side Unleashed Part 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away .
The Clone Wars rages on! The Republic is running low on soldiers and supplies. With Count Dooku and Assajj Ventress, alive and well, Chancellor Palpatine and the Jedi council decide to bring them both to justice, immediately. Anakin Skywalker and his Padawan, Ahsoka Tano, prepare to investigate the Korriban where the two sinister villains have been spotted.
It was nighttime, and a Republic cruiser was hovering ab
Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #58, 59, 60!Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #58, 59, 60!2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
#58) I have been a fan of MLP since Season 1, continued to be one through Season 2 and I am looking forward to Season 3. But as time has gone by, I feel my initial excitement for the fandom has faded alot. I am not looking to new stories as much, nor new fanart and instead, I'm focusing on other things besides ponies. Am I not really a fan any more because my focus isn't on ponies so much?
Answer: Being a fan of something doesn't mean you have to experience it all of the time. It's like having a best friend: you don't need to necessarily talk to them all the time, or even see them for a long time, and yet you still just know that they're an excellent friend to have. Much in the same way, being a fan of "Friendship is Magic" doesn't require you to actively involve yourself in it. It can be more of a subconscious thing, based more on your time already in the fandom, and your attitude in general towards what the brony 'thing' offers.
It's not unusual that you would somewhat
The Rage of Two SistersThe Rage of Two SistersThe Rage of Two Sisters3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Human kind has always sought technological advances. Everything was made better in turn to become more efficient and more convenient, or to break the boundaries and limitations nature had set for humans. Even in secret, behind vaulted doors, shady officials, and extreme experiments, some governments may do anything to gain any advantages.
Nazi Germany, in the past, had also studied the occult, perhaps to use in World War II. As far fetched as this may have been, there are some things in this world that cannot be explained. Also, if any kind of 'godly' supernatural weapon was conceived, what army in the world could stand up to the power of the divine? Luckily, none of this came into play.
Until earlier in these times.
Some where, far in the ice covered terrain of Antarctica, was a shed. To any other person (as to why they'd be there in the first place is ridiculous) this shed would be like any other shed. Worn out, punished continually
HatterDrink from my cupHatter8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sit in my chair
I must find a new kettle
and the march hare.
run fly and fall.
Quick back to tea
take a sip
perhaps a bit of sugar
a pot of tea
no time to waste
no time to waste to race
its always time for tea.
A dash of honey
a lump of suger
and a guest for tea.
trade with the hare
but dont forget the tea.
All life for tea
you me and tea.
Tea by the pot
sweet wonderful tea.
But remember you must have tea
Its not quite tea time
or a pot of grey
nor a party without me.
No tea without a Mad Hatter.
The Naughty LibrarianTHE NAUGHTY LIBRARIAN a true storyThe Naughty Librarian5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I volunteer at the local library, four hours a week divided over two days. Basically, its all of the work and none of the glory, especially since Im stuck in the childrens department with the picture books and no air conditioner. Seriously, the ladies room has better air conditioning.
Well, I guess I started out incorrectly: my sister and I both volunteer at the library, on the same days, for the same length of time. Today was our fourth or fifth time wearing our bright red pins emblazoned with VOLUNTEER, and for the first time, we had nothing to do. Janine (names have been changed to protect both the innocent and the stupid), the head of the childrens department, was busy with childrens programs and couldnt give us any work orders. So my sister and I went to work on the shelv
[FanFic] Celestia's Super Scary Bedtime Stories[FanFic] Celestia's Super Scary Bedtime Stories2 years ago in Humor More Like This
It would appear that our young niece, Cadance, is visiting Canterlot Castle. She has asked me to read several scary bedtime stories, much to Luna's dismay. Although I usually respect the wishes of my little sister, consider this her punishment for sneaking a bite of my cake and refusing to admit her guilt.
But I really didn't do it!
Don't lie to me Luna! I would've shared it with you if you have only asked. Now, without further ado, I present to you:
"Celestia's Chilling Tales"
Our first story of the night is about a certain gray mailmare in Ponyville. Her name was Derpy Hooves and was a very diligent member of the post office. The mail she dutifully delivers everyday maintains order in all of Equestria. One fateful day, she mysteriously vanished, leaving nothing behind but a muffin. What happened to her, you ask? Well, this is the story of:
Derpy and the Cursed Muffin
It was getting late and