To Jail a CriminalJoseph was feeling particularly vile when he woke up on the morning of January second, 2015. At the time he had put it down to food poisoning. Something about the restaurant he had eaten at with friends last night put him off. But quickly he realized it couldn't have been food poisoning, for he had been feeling like this for the past month. Maybe it was something in the air. This bout of sickness had only just come on pending his move to the new house. But it couldn't have been that, either, because he distinctly remembered the first stirrings of it long before he lived here, back when he was still occupying that ramshackle hut on the edge of the slowly dwindling forest. Maybe something had followed him from his old house, but it wasn't that, for he had lived there his entire life before the move and hadn't been sick nary a day.To Jail a Criminal5 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Well, whatever this mystery sickness was, he had resigned himself a month ago to live with it, for he was loathe to visit a doctor. Certified practitioner or n
Customer Service (MReaderXManticore)I will be out tomorrow so expect something on Sunday. Also this is experiment 2.Customer Service (MReaderXManticore)2 months ago in Romance More Like This
You worked in a cafe in (Town/City), you worked as a waiter there. It was mostly packed by monster girls and people. But you noticed this one Manticore always showing up and request to only speak to you. You notice today that she wasn't here so you just went on with your day.
Lesly: "It looks like she's not coming in today (M/n)."
You: "It looks like."
Roberto: "Do you even know her name?"
You: "She refused to give it to me even though I am the only one she speaks to."
Lesley: "Strange isn't it."
You: "Yeah it is."
You just continued the rest of your day and didn't think about it again. But soon later you notice that she came in. She winked at you curled her finger to come with her. You came along and she told you to sit with her. You sat across from her to see what she wanted.
You: "You come here often and only talk to me, why is that?"
Kimberly: "Well first I'd like
The Questioner's PainOnce answers eluded the way my mind yearnsThe Questioner's Pain5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To forever question, and ever to learn
I gave myself fully to truth and to thought
Now lost in a forging; my mind wholly wrought.
But she told me to rather stay curious: live
Never contented with answers they give.
Philosophy, science, and logic: they fail
To reveal metaphysic and all it entails.
I fade as the years do, afraid, in the night,
That time, chipping edges, will turn off our light,
Once answers eluded the way my mind yearns
To forever question, and ever to learn.
I gave myself fully to truth and to thought:
Now lost in a forging, my mind wholly wrought,
I question: 'tis habit, rather than accept
I flounder about in a history swept
Of comforting truths, and step into mist
Questioning freely whether I exist.
But I do: and the ink of philosophers
Streaks and then reforms on my mind in new words.
And I love it and hate it in equal part,
For to seek without cease restores my worn heart;
Once answers eluded the way my mind yearns
Must Be SadVanellope had been told over and over again the exact same statement:Must Be Sad2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You must be sad.
It was a funny thing, how others looked at a situation and immediately guessed what emotions ran through your head. And the worst part was, they always thought they were right. Like now, for instance. She had been approached by so many characters, some familiar and others not, and all of them said the same thing more or less;
You must be sad.
And so she listened to all of them and she waited for that feeling, sadness, to come. But it didn't. It seemed to refuse to come, refused to enter her system and fill her coding. No matter how many times they said it to her -you must be sad- she simply wasn't.
She'd gone to the funeral. But halfway through she'd left. Walked calmly out of the doors, despite the looks, and just… left, tugging the hood of her sweatshirt up as she did. He'd always teased her about that dress, so she hadn't worn it
People said she'd left because she was too emotional, that she could
1420 MHzHe keeps a list wadded in the depths of his front, left pocket: where he holds his keys, and the forgotten/abandoned shell of a lone pistachio. The list is his biography, written in the shape of Argentine Spanish:1420 MHz9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Me gustan los tomates en verano.
Yo amo a mi novio.
Nos besamos. (Mi novio chupa mis dedos de los pies.)
Las estrellas cantan sus canciones.
Mi nombre no es Eduardo.
Vivo con Jacobi ahora.
His pants are wadded, now, on summer-warmed hardwood; his shirt is draped over the back of a cane-back chair, the most incongruous of antiques in Jacobi’s tech-nerd lair. Headphones clamp his ears, and fill his head with the lisping whisper of interstellar hydrogen, broadcasting itself at a neat 1420 MHz. Bedroom is the wrong word for a place like this, despite the sorts of furnishings one might expect. There is a bed, a dresser, a bookshelf and two nightstands cramped with magazines, graphic novels. An alarm clock gives
Intro to PropmakingIntro to Propmaking4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
FX School of Hard Knocks: Intro to the world of Propmaking.
OK a lot of nice people have written to me saying they want to learn how to do what I do and was wondering if I can share some secrets over NOTEs.
I don't want to seem like I'm blowing off you guys who are noobs to the Prop making but there are a few things you need to know before you waste money and time to find out this is not what you had in mind. So this is me giving you a basic picture of what it is like - in words.
First thing you guys need to know is "Prop Making" deals with making REAL LIFE PHYSICAL PROPS THAT ARE MADE WITH CHEMICALS AND A LOT OF MONEY COSTING MATERIALS THAT COULD BE HAZARDOUS TO YOUR HEALTH. We make Real Things that can be seen and touched. We are not making drawings or concept art or some imaginary thing. So anything that is physical will need a lot of production time, creative skill, mental energy and a Whole Lotta materials!
Materials cost money:
- If you want to get into prop making, yo
AloneVanellope was fine with being alone. Or so she told herself. So what if she lived alone, she'd lived alone for so long. It wasn't like she wasn't used to it by now. Who cared if one little girl lived alone. Especially in a game where every child, all of them around the ages of nine and ten, lived by themselves in one person households. Even Taffyta, up until now her tormenter, lived by herself and was perfectly fine.Alone3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So she was too.
At least, that's what she told herself.
So what if she had finally gotten used to having someone take care of her for once? So what if, for the first time, she'd finally gotten something other then people laughing and excluding her. Ralph still came to visit after work, and still talked to her. That didn't mean everything had to change at nighttime too. Nighttime, as it always had been, was a time for her to be alone. Her. A nine year old girl. Alone.
That was fine.
At least that's what she told herself.
Vanellope, after years of practice, was excellent at
Twister pt.1 (MreaderXRubyXYang)I've been better... But anyways you know is you still have requests I will take them I have about 19 more sheets of paper where I can take them (I write all request on a clipboard, fancy right?).Twister pt.1 (MreaderXRubyXYang)2 months ago in Romance More Like This
You were just lying on your couch in your apartment that your parents bought you. The good thing was the you owned the place, the bad thing was you lived with your sister.
Weiss: "Hey (M/n) where did you put my laundry?"
You: "On the balcony to dry."
Weiss: "Okay thank, and by the way Ruby and Yang are coming over."
You: "Oh great."
Yup you are a Schnee, Your name is (M/n) (Middle Name) Schnee. The youngest in the Schnee family. You were praised by your parents by your excellency in Dust technology. For that's why you didn't go to Beacon like your sister. But you were a bit of a punk since all you did was work at home and played on your computer all day and watch Dustflix.
Weiss: "Jeez, why don't you work in the labs like the rest of them."
You: "That's bo
Wreck it Ralph Sick Day Part 2Ralph would never say that "going Turbo" was the worst thing he'd ever done. In fact, it had been the best. Life for him had never been better- new friends, new home, and a life where he was appreciated. He loved it all. The transition had been a little difficult, leaving his brick pile and moving into an apartment while his own home was being built. The ceiling was a little low, and he missed the outdoors just a tad. But other than that there hadn't been anything to truly complain about.Wreck it Ralph Sick Day Part 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So, while he waited for the bricks he used to sleep in to be turned into a "Ralph Sized" home, he slept at the top of the apartment building- his favorite spot.
There hadn't been much to move into the apartment. A few boxes filled with random chords and sundry, another few boxes brimming with memorabilia from his game jumping. He'd placed his Hero's Duty medal (found by Felix during a romantic moonlit walk with Calhoun in the Niceland woods) on a bookshelf. The thing wasn't really that much of a weigh
In too Deep - Chapter 1In too DeepIn too Deep - Chapter 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 1; Sinking like a Stone
When Dean regained consciousness, all he could focus on was his pounding headache. Every heartbeat hit like a hammer and each time it did, he could feel it in the back of his throbbing head. It was the sound of distant engines roaring through the woods that brought him back to his senses; a small comfort to know that the men who'd done this to him, were finally gone. He didn't know for sure how long he'd been out, but assumed it had been no more than a few minutes if he could still hear them speeding away into the cold, damp night. What had just happened wasn't quite clear, but what he did know without a doubt, was that he was in over his head. He let out a groan as he tried to straighten out, but the ropes and rusty barb wire wrapped around his wrists, held him firmly in place. He swore under his breath, frustrated that everything was a haze inside his pounding head... he couldn't even remember what had led to the situation he currently foun
Hiccup"Hic."Hiccup4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Dean's head jerked from the screen of the laptop, alert. He turned and saw nothing in the crummy motel room. Sam was out for a supply run, hopefully getting Dean's pie. Shrugging, he went back to watching BustyAsianBeauties.com.
Irritated, Dean shut the laptop and looked around the room. It was empty. Nothing under the bed, in the closet, bathroom...
"Okay, seriously, what the hell is going on here?" Dean demanded. Instead of getting a verbal answer, Cas appeared 3 inches away from his face. Dean yelped and fell back on the floor, staring dizzily at the ceiling.
"Hello *hic* Dean." Castiel said, staring down at him.
"What the hell, Cas?" Dean glared at him, scrambling to his feet. "Why'd ya have to do that?"
"I have no control my appearances. I *hic*-" and he vanished again, appearing on the other side of the room. "Hiccup. I hiccup."
Dean stared at him in bewilderment before bursting out laughing. "Oh man, that's actually really funny."
"Why?" Cas frowned at
More Clearly Than I Ever DidMore Clearly Than I Ever Did5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
More Clearly Than I Ever Did
Proofread by OTP
Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist and gain no monetary profit for writing this fiction.
AN: This is a request from Ash Ketchum Girl about what happened to Roy. This fic contains spoilers for chapters 100-102.
More Clearly Than I Ever Did
Facing forward, both feet planted firmly on the ground, arms folded and eyes staring at the world that they couldn't convey to his brain. The thick snowflakes were falling around and on him, then melting to create small splotches of wetness on his jacket and small droplets on his black leather shoes. The white, solid precipitation was melting as it exacted its position on everything around him, and opted to paint the world with its white iciness.
For the man sitting in the courtyard on an old iron two person bench with the pigment chipping, there was no white; nor were there any browns, greens, b
Wish of a Grandfather- Fiction Version Chapter 1Wish of a Grandfather- Fiction Version Chapter 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
Just One More Kiss (Wish of a Grandfather)
Chapter 1: May 3rd Late Afternoon
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA and gain no profit from writing this fanfiction.
This fic much different than my other works since it follows more of a diary/log timeline than a flowy story type deal. I wanted to do something different. Hope you enjoy it.
May 3rd Late Afternoon
Riza was used to the comments from the civilian personnel contracted to work within headquarters. It happened in every transfer she had since she came under Mustang's command, and she couldn't really blame the talk considering Roy's reputation with women. If the women weren't making up rumors about her, then the men were saying she had her rank because she screwed Mustang. She ignored the gossip and made no mention of the fact promotions were decided by a board, not the Colonel. If those men were
Character Analysis QuestionsThis is to help you develop your original characters, learn more about them, and and make them into more believable characters. Answer the questions as your CHARACTER would.Character Analysis Questions5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1. What is your full name?
3. Hair/Eye Color?
4. Describe your looks. Any interesting things/defects/etc?
5. What were/are your parents like?
6. Do you have any brothers or sisters? How many? Older or younger?
7. What were/are some of the special occasions in your family? (holidays, reunions, picnics, vacations)
8. What is your favorite childhood memory?
9. What is your worst childhood memory?
10. What is/was your relationship with your family like?
11. What schools did you go to?
12. Are you now a member of any clubs, organizations, or religious congregations?
13. What sections of the newspaper do you read? Any magazines?
14. What do you enjoy doing most in your free time?
15. What kind of music do you enjoy listening to?
16. What have you read lately?
17. How old are you? How do you feel about
Pink SpiderPink Spider5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What mystical creature bridges a gap?
In the heart of life where emptiness has been.
Candy-floss tentacles and a strawberry kiss,
tell me it's you Pink Spider.
A kaleidoscope of emotion raises my spirit
You run across my bedroom ceiling
sending my thoughts realing.
A journey never ends, dear Pink Spider.
You speak of forgotten friends, familiar places.
What love you bring.
Come sit with me Pink Spider, one more time.
Let's remember the good times, the music, the laughter.
Let's suck bitter sweet lemons together
and throw the dice at the windscreens of life.
You bring serenity into chaos.
You chase laughter into tears.
Your heart is the tsunami welcome.
My handsome Pink Spider Prince
that wears no crown but is laced in flamingo satin web
that protects and serves to carry you forward on this eternal journey.
Paper SpeaksDon't write on me today.Paper Speaks5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm just not feeling the emotion.
What if I don't want your
words plastered all over me?
I don't want your drama,
humor, excitement, romance, action.
What if I just want to be myself?
Plain, lined, fresh, untouched.
No doodles, smiley faces, or clichés, please.
I don't want to be like everybody else.
Do not turn that light on at midnight with a pen in hand,
I need my beauty sleep too.
Fine, alright, mark me all up.
It doesn't matter what my feelings are.
Just be gentle and don't get too cocky,
this is only your first draft.
For The Wolf (MWolfFanusReaderXYandereRuby)There is school tomorrow isn't there (Lives in the South East Coast)... Anyway thanks for all these request, just please remember request are always open for me so give me all you got.For The Wolf (MWolfFanusReaderXYandereRuby)2 months ago in Horror More Like This
You were walking around the campus of Beacon with your friends Velvet, Blake, and Sun. They were the only friends you made besides the one non Faunus friend Ruby. You were just all heading to the library to study. You felt some kind of cold glance, you look around to see that Weiss is looking at you. You heard the she didn't like Faunus boys especially Sun since she thought he was a banana brain. You shyly waved back only for her to glance away.
Blake: "You okay (M/n)?"
You: "Oh it's nothing, it's just Weiss staring at me again."
Sun: "She does that to me too but her's is more 'I'm going to skin you alive' type deal."
Velvet: "Maybe because she likes (M/n) more."
Blake: "Maybe that's the case let's go and see."
Blake dragged you towards the table that Weiss was s
YouI see who you really are, the you you try to hide.You9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I look into your eyes and I can see, the tortured soul inside.
You're not perfect and you don't try to be.
I wish that everyone else could see.
The you that's never seen without one or two books.
The you that doesn't really care much about looks.
The you that is hurting, a fact they cant comprehend.
The you that has wounds that time cannot mend.
You're nice to me and no one else.
It's like I have you all to myself.
Why can't everyone look beyond the image of you they see?
They need to learn and accept that no one's perfect, not even me.
You've been through various pain and hurt through which they've never been.
They don't realize or understand that scars aren't only left on the skin.
Your life has been hard, you've had to be tough.
I want to scream "Stop it he's been throuh enough!"
There are two parts of you that've been good from the start.
One, of course, is your soul, the other your heart.
You may seem tough, but you're gentle and
Signs you're LOTR obsessed1. You refuse to wear shoes or socks and insist your feet are getting hairier.Signs you're LOTR obsessed5 years ago in Humor More Like This
2. If someone tries to cut you off on the highway you stick your head out the window and scream "YOU SHALL NOT PASS!"
3. You interrupt a morning class with the question: "What about second breakfast?"
4. If your teacher tells you to pick your own groups for a project, you immediately go to the largest one and say: "You need people of intelligence for this assignment....project....thing."
5. You act out a conversation between Gollum, Yoda, and Dobby.
6. At random times, you scream "Nazgul!!!" and hide.
7. You constantly go out into a nearby forest and tell everyone you're looking for elves.
8. You wear a ring around your neck, and then run around the block telling people you're going to destroy it.
9. Every time you step on a spider, you shout "Die, spawn of Shelob!"
10. If anyone borrows something from you, you follow them around on all fours muttering "They stoles it from us! Stupid fat hobbitses!" until th
Machine.I do not die.Machine.9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I cannot feel.
I'll never hurt.
I'll never heal.
Forgive me when -
I break your heart?
Oil and gas;
Run through my veins -
Oil and gas...
Are my remains.
Will you -
Cry for me, when
I break your heart?
My mind is held
By mortal men
Pain that I...
Wish was my end.
Just try to -
Forget me when,
I break your heart.
Wreck it Ralph: Wave"Ralph, we gotta go!"Wreck it Ralph: Wave2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Felix's words broke through his banter with the new president, waking up the alarm in his head telling him that the arcade would soon be open. He'd have to go. She gave him a smile, telling him that it was okay; she knew he'd be there for him no matter what now, and with a smile of his own he translated the same. The space door shut, Ralph cramped in the back, but he didn't care. He just looked out the candy coated window, small threads of pink glued onto its transparent surface, and waved goodbye to Vanellope.
She waved back.
Their first goodbye was one of many. But all of their goodbyes were silent. Teeth flashing, heels clicking, and always a wave.
Returning to the arcade was a bit of a shellshock. On one hand, he missed all the adventures he'd had, all the excitement, the movement and the everlasting buzz of adrenaline in his mind. On the other hand, he was finally accepted.
He'd have credited himself; he had been the one to jump after all. But he didn't, coul