Full Metal Panic ReviewFull Metal Panic Review10 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
What do a group of teenage war veterans, a female high-school student, and the russians have in common?
Nothing really, unless you count in the fact that there is a conspiracy going on against the... well I'm going to let you pick this show up and find that out.
The show follows the story of Sousuke Sagara, a person who once fought along Afghan rebels. His entire life has been one non-stop battle after another, leaving him no real life without war... lucky for him, he's been plopped down right into a high-school to protect Kaname Chidori. Kaname is an attractive, blue-haired girl who is supposedly the "perfect student" at her school. Hilarity ensues as Sousuke tries to figure out what normal teenagers are supposed to act like, and his constant "coincidental" run-ins with Kaname. Later on he finds a friend in one of his fellow students, and shares his knowledge of the military with him, especially the GIANT ROBOTS! This show has plenty of laughs and by episode 4, it earns the final word
two tired children 3'sometimes i wonder why i don't look like that.' she said softly, looking past his head to the highway far behind them.two tired children 39 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'like what?' he asked, shifting his eyes to follow her gaze.
'like that girl on the poster.'
'the underwear ad?'
'yeah,' she said.
'why?' he asked, turning to search her face for the answer.
'i don't know,' she said, looking away and hiding her face with her hair. 'i guess because i just always wanted to know if i was normal, or something. like, if i looked normal. you know. and so i would look at other girls' bodies and compare them to mine. to see what was the same, to make sure i was not too different. in case that meant i was- . i don't know. flawed or, wrong or. whatever.
but bodies like that are what i saw most of all. on the tv or in magazines. or on the side of the road.'
'lots of girls don't look like that.' he said, reaching for her hand.
'yeah i know,' she said, pulling her hand away. 'but some do.'
he crossed his arms and she pulled h
two tired children chapter 2the streetlight uttered a final sigh of light before it flickered out, leaving the street bare and dim in the early hours of dawn. she felt a chill and hugged her arms into her chest, shivering slightly and pulling her knees in closer to her body. he bent his knees in as well, hiding his arms behind his legs, shielding himself from the wind.two tired children chapter 29 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'the world looks different when it's warm,' he said softly, pulling his arms inside his sleeves, rubbing his hands together and hunching his back.
'yeah. it's like when the weather is warm, the people are warm too. their smiles are warm. their eyes are warm. the world is sunny like the sky.'
she shivered again, listening to tapping of his foot on the plastic, like a rhythm that she could hold on to, a time keeper for the beating of her heart. she looked down at his bare foot, lifting up and tapping down. his nails were long and stained with dirt from all the places he had been, like a souvenir of all the things that he had done.
'do you keep souven
two tired children 1.they sat in plastic chairs under the streetlight and staring at the stars. the road was empty and the city was hollow, littered with neon advertisements for underwear and french fries. the wind was cool, but not biting, soft and fresh around her neck as she hugged her body, grasping her shoulders and crossing her heart. she'd only brought one bag and she held it between her feet. her little red case of cds and jewelry. all he had was his guitar. she'd never seen him without it. they traveled light, perhaps hoping it'd rub off on their minds, as they sat with their tickets in their pockets and no money in their wallets. she looked up at his face.two tired children 1.9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'sure,' he said, touching her leg. 'sure i will.'
they turned their heads, looking straight ahead, watching the streetlight shudder and flicker, blinking and fighting as it struggled with the inevitable. it was silent, save for the quiet flow of the air past their ears and through their hair, and the occasional rush of tyres on tar touching the
You's Tale pt.1You's Tale pt.18 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Clean, clean, clean, and lots cleaning that all I be doing!" You's head falls in exhaustion at the site of the messiest kitchen he has ever since in his entire life. Is his roommate a pig or rat? He takes out the broom from the closet and eyed over the large kitchen. "Pizza? Boiling water in pots on stove and in microwave? What? There no need for such things!!" You's eyes widen and he screams at the gooey texture of a small wiggly slimy creature running across his bare feet. His eyes still wide open after it passes only catching a glimpse of what it looks like. "It sin against Kamisama!!" he screams stepping back with tears in his eyes. "This take lots of work…" he reaches into the same closet which had the broom pulling out a pink apron, with frills running around the aprons trim, on the apron it had the words, "Give me Toys" and a light pink pattern of daisies. You leans the broom against the wall, which also had food stains and muffins stuck on it –don't ask— and ties the apron aro
FreedomFreedom8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
In a lift, acknowledging the other passengers is inadvisable, making eye contact is not to be recommended and attempting to form some sort of conversation is downright ridiculous.
Very few people meet in a lift. It is not the place to introduce yourself, to start a friendship or a romance- no matter what Hollywood would have us think. It is the place in which you are vulnerable, exposed inside a tiny metal coffin. You would not make friends with someone you met in a lift any more than you would make friends with someone you met in a public lavatory.
This was very unfortunate for Mark, who would've liked to have spoken to the girl stood next to him. Her hair smelt of coconuts and she was crying silently. Mark had seen many women cry but never before had he seen one manage to do so without sniffing and gulping and gasping and generally making an unnecessary scene. Then again, to comfort a crying stranger in a lift was an unnecessary scene in itself…Best to leave her as she was.
two tired children chapter 4'sometimes i feel sad when i look at the sky. you can barely see the stars, anymore.' she said, turning herself sideways and lying down on the seat, resting her legs on his lap.two tired children chapter 48 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'yeah i know,' he said, 'it's like we send up this barrier of thick, grey air into the sky to shelter ourselves from whatever we think is out there. whatever we think might be frightening or dangerous. or just different, maybe. but we forget that at the same time we're hiding ourselves away from everything that's beautiful or raw or natural or. i don't know the word.'
she shifted a little on the bench, crossing her legs under his hands. she lay back and folded her arms over her chest, squeezing her shoulders a little and pushing her jumper into her skin. he let his fingers run lightly over her legs, tracing little circles and making letters on her skin. she closed her eyes and he drew a tiny female torso; soft, and curved. she started to hum softly, a song that he thought maybe he knew but couldn't quite rememb
two tired children 2i think she saw me, maybe, before she came closer. out of the corner of her eye. she seemed to start to dance a little more, like she was the star in her own little show or something. i guess she probably liked the idea of someone standing there, watching her. thinking she was beautiful or whatever. after a little while she stopped and turned to face me, standing still for a while. her legs were apart and her arms where swaying down by her sides. she held her head a little bit crooked and her eyes seemed to sparkle at me. laughing, maybe. smiling. that's when i saw that deep, deep bright blue. it was as though the ocean was reflected beneath her eyelids, except that instead of being dark and stormy and about to rain, it was clear and bright and sunny where she was. but empty. although, no, that's not the right word. there was noone one the beach in her eyes but they were still so full of life. the sea was alive. and so was she. something was making them sparkle and shine, and her eyestwo tired children 29 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Heat and the Smell of FlamesHeat and the Smell of Flames8 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Los Angeles, Thursday, July 25, 2002
The firelight illuminated the red in her auburn hair, shoulder-length and straight as sheet metal. Aidan stood, shoulders back and head high, in her loose brown robe, her face smooth, wearing patience like a mask. She watched her mentor as he made last-minute preparations for the ritual.
At her feet marched a line of small stones, glinting dully in the firelight. The stones encircled the bonfire and the altar set up in the north of the circle. A man stood by the altar, preparing the herbs. His long, dark hair fell in his face as he worked, adding a pinch of this herb, a small handful of that root, all harvested and dried especially for this occasion.
Darcy finished, picked up a small bowl that had been sitting off to one side, and moved to the fire. He grabbed a small hand
two tired children chapter 5she reached down under the chair and felt around on the concrete in the dark space that she couldn't see. the ground was cold and rough under her skin, biting into her fingers like little tiny pins, hidden under the pavement. her fingers found the handle of her little red case, and she pulled it out and onto her knees. she fumbled with the zip, her fingers frozen stiff and alien in the cold of the morning as she pulled on the end. reaching in, she drew out a little gold chain with a heart on the end, stretching it out over her palm. she stroked her finger slowly down the thin metal line from the tip to the end, feeling the gentle bumps and the tiny holes, inspecting it for chips or cracks or stains. the gold was hollow, like maybe someone had left it on the edge of a sink, in a bathroom, for years and years to slowly rust and fade.two tired children chapter 58 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
she turned it over, a little piece at a time from the top to the bottom like a mexican wave. she closed her fingers gently around it and then squeezed them
Mythology of IleyahMythology of Ileyah9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Where to start with?
Hmmm... Maybe with the fact, that Ileyah, my home world, didn't always has had the three moons it has got now and that the planet's surface looked slightly different. Thousands of years ago, Ileyah had only one small dead moon and the area we now call Crystal forest was not yet existent.
There was an enormous continent in the north-west of the hemisphere and three connected ones in the north eastern till south eastern hemisphere.
Also the Bloodhounds were different from what they are now. They were beasts of war. Masters of battle and ferocious warriors. They shared their home planet with a race called Gorgats. Bloodhounds and Gorgats evolved from the same origin, yet – how siblings sadly often use to be – they did not came along very well.
Know then that, as I am a Bloodhound, my point of view might be spoiled. I try to refer to facts, written down stories of those ancient times and memories from long ago, but you know how those things work…
While Bloodhounds evol
Letter to MyselfHey, you. I recognize that look. You're plastering on that smile, hoping no one notices the pain you're keeping inside. All you want is to stop breathing. For your body to go into overload and just collapse. Because breathing is painful, and you're so tired of hurting.Letter to Myself4 years ago in Letters More Like This
That boy you're chasing after isn't worth your time. You're going to spend four years wishing he would see you, but he never will, and it's going to break your heart. But you'll be okay, you deserve more. There will be a couple boys you wish would take you away, who'd be your white knight. None of them will be, but you'll be okay, because in the end you'll realize they were never right for you to begin with. They may never see how beautiful you are, but they were never meant to.
Forgive yourself for everything you cannot change. Forgive yourself for not saying goodbye, forgive yourself for letting him slip through your fingers, forgive yourself for letting her go (she's going to come back). Don't regret. The