Save a HorseBuck heard the door close behind him, already counting the bills in his hands. Finding that the woman had overpaid him a little, he grinned something truly disconcerting on the face of a Holstein bull. He buttoned his shirt halfway up on his way to the elevator, hiding the perfect human body that made him all his money or at least most. His bovine ears twitched at the ding the elevator made when it reached the lobby of the hotel.Save a Horse4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey Buck," a plain brunette waved to him from behind the counter. He glanced up at her and tucked the wad of bills into his back pocket.
"Hi Kristy," he said in a deep, liquid baritone that sounded like exactly what anyone would suspect cattle to sound like if they could speak. "Working late again?"
Kristy shrugged, reaching back to tuck a curl of hair behind her ear. "Dennis cancels so often, and I need the money. What about you? This, uh an early job for you?"
"Nah, kind of middling," he said. "This is my second job this evening. I should
AS: The Unluckiest Number prt1AS: The Unluckiest Number prt14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Unluckiest Number
Things just keep going from bad to worse
A fresh wave of guilt washed over Adrian as he slowly followed his father up the front steps. Danny had remained quiet the entire trip home, and that could only mean he was hurt deeply by his son's words. The young teen couldn't help but feel some sympathy for his dad, but he felt like his outburst was justified. After all, he was still mad at Danny for not being around very much, and the fact that Adrian and his siblings got kidnapped every couple of weeks and had to be rescued just made him feel more bitter and frustrated. He sighed as he trudged through the door.
Before he was even all the way inside, a usually soft voice assaulted his ears with an excited scream. "BROTHER!!!!" The next thing Adrian knew, a pair of arms wrapped around his neck and he could barely keep stable from the sudden added weight.
The boy glanced down to see his littlest sister, Lilith Ann Fenton, hugging him tightly. She was dressed
Adrian Spook, PrologueAdrian Spook, Prologue6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Since the day I was born, my eyes have beheld the Ghostzone
The air was freezing. All around, voices whispered from shadows, their owners trying to catch a glimpse of what was happening in the abyss below. A silence fell over the area, a new cry echoed into the depths of the Ghostzone. The gathered spirits murmured excitedly. It had actually happened; the halfa's offspring had been born in the middle of the realm of the dead.
Sam Fenton held a little bundle in her arms as her amethyst eyes darted around, catching glimpses of nearby ghosts. Warily she clutched her precious cargo closer to her chest. Inside the soft blankets, two small eyes stared curiously at the surroundings. The child was a newborn, and the world he now saw was an awe-inspiring mystery to him.
The mother of the little miracle looked to her husband worriedly. "I still can't believe he was born her in the Ghostzone Doctor Patterson said our child would be born next week, not this "
Growing Up"Grow up!" they often tell me.Growing Up5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Get a life!" they always say.
But.... What do they expect me to do?
Send the innocence away?
I don't understand your logic...
You always said the magic was here...
In this place where my childhood still remains,
With no discomfort, sadness, or fear...
Now I'm 'too old' for things such as fantasy...
'Too far away' from the things I once held dear.
You wonder why I act so awkward now,
When you've left me with nothing here!
I've tried to do your bidding...
I've tried to do as you asked...
But, you know... growing up like you?
....It's not such an easy task.
Don't YOU remember these times?
For you, too, were once my age.
You were once in the spot light like I am now,
Thrust upon center stage.
You chose your dismal course in life.
And now look - how distraught you've become!
Yet now! Even with these memories!
You still force yourselves upon your young!
Telling us lies all about adulthood
When you too, are still nothin
Bite MeBite Me: An Analysis of the Myth of Woman in Stephenie Meyer's TwilightBite Me4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Since being published in 2005, Stephenie Meyer's Twilight has gone from just another young adult fantasy novel to a cult phenomenon that has gripped millions of readers of all ages. When a piece of literature becomes as widespread as Twilight, it becomes especially important to examine the messages it is sending to its readers many of whom, in Twilight's case, are impressionable young women. By applying a feminist lens to the novel and examining it in terms of Simone de Beauvoir's myth of woman, it is revealed that Twilight is a hotbed of antifeminist sentiment, from the skewed balance of power to the simple fact that none of the women in the novel are employed. If only because of the book's wide range of impact due to its bloated and romance-blinded fan base, it is important to take de Beauvoir's advice for viewing literature and expose how the myth of woman is perp