A Flower For The Nation沉鱼落雁, 闭月羞花。A Flower For The Nation6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Yao was still young and struggling when he met Xi Shi.
He did not truly meet her, in the technical sense-he watched her from afar, caught only glimpses of her when she was outside-usually accompanied Emperor Fuchai; she was gentle, and beautiful.
Her beauty was such that Yao could not look away-his eyes were completely drawn to the lovely face that made him wither and flourish at the same time-he felt himself unworthy to look, and yet he did, and loved it as much as he regretted it. He would later wonder if he was a masochist to torture himself so, but he looked and looked. He looked whenever he could.
His land was torn by war-and he did not care for her involvement in her alluring ways that captured Fuchai completely. Yao envied the ruler, and almost wished that he could slay him and have Xi Shi to himself.
Thus the young man fell in love with a woman.
He watched her-sometimes she would look at a pool of
Hei Ju HuaSometimes, Yao wonders if there is a difference, between steel and silk.Hei Ju Hua5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
They feel the same.
They act the same.
Yes...then they are the same.
Japan tears out the first strand.
It is two centuries ago again, and so long ago, Yao now sees he is old, and how can he forget? he forgets that he is old by the name of age, but the ache of his body strokes him across his burdened back, only to slap it before laughing in a way meant to be teasing, but not cruel.
Little boy, now a man, but still little; and yet he stands taller, bigger, older. Has he been planning this? planning this from the day China had found him, a child among the bamboo, one day to even become a panda if he left him there any longer. (That is what China wishes to believe, tells himself to, and it grapples with knowledge of the brilliance that shrouds his little brother like a halo.)
Japan tears out several more, later, after the disgusting slash of pouring blood hardens into a scar; and no matter how
Little Connection"Guo Moruo," the man said simply.Little Connection5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Wang Yao." The nation reached out, one hand stretched to the Western ways.
Guo Moruo stared, though not impolitely, before outstretching his own arm -- his palm met the nation's and they shook.
Silence quickly encompassed the setting while they shook their hands, slowly; it was only ruffled by the slow parting of the two palms after, dropping back to their respective sides with a muffled clap. They stood evenly, looking at each other and not breaking the contact. There was no tension; it was too lazy to stir, and tired. Yao's company was familiar to it, and it wanted only to stay away as much as Yao wanted to parry it -- how could he, though? So this was a relief.
This meeting was coincidence.
Yao spoke first. As he did, he was suddenly unconscious of the buzzing battle of the land of China once again locked in civil war. Conversation. Family. Yes...those could fend off the sinking feeling and rising phoenix that fought to asexually reproduce China. P
Twilight RantI believe that Twilight is an abomination, a disgrace to literature. As a weathered reader and a writeron the internetmyself, I declare my anti-Twilight feelings out to the world with pride. I have always adored to bits every book I've readbut upon reading Twilight I wondered how it gained popularity. It lacks concept (the characters just make out and avoid any real conflict), cliché (forbidden love, I'll-be-with-you-always...), and just plain dull (I seriously almost fell asleep reading it; it just went on and on!). Admittedly, the grammar is very admirable; and no matter how pathetic Edward's sparkling skin is it has some originality. And the characters are Mary Sues and Gary Stusnot a great element for any story. A story should have concepts, be well-written, and have more likable characters. Conflict gives the characters a goal. I might also mention the girls all have interest in romance and suchso naive! What's surprising is that theTwilight Rant6 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Rubies Leak"You are the first strong woman I have ever known," Yao remarks, eyeing the blade she wields. She watches him as well and, in turn, stares at his sword, whose hilt protrudes beneath his hand. He watches, eyes flicking from her hand to her face; the smothered fury is in her eyes, smoldering in the black ash. Defiance tries to stare him down, but his years hold him still; he does not go down easily, strong his opponent may be. His heart thuds once when Zhao Yun shifts beside him, when he hears the tiny gasp from Liu Shan. He narrows his eyes, mouths at her, "Di yi ge."Rubies Leak5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She snaps back without words, "Ke qi la." Yao's lips twitch, as if tempted to laugh; no woman has ever faced him like this before, worthy as a man, and yet still a woman. Determined to keep bearing, he grits his teeth, tightening the muscles of his jawswhy laugh? ...And then again, why frown? He should feel betrayed, betrayed by the woman he sparred with beneath the moon, beneath the sun; only yesterday did they reac
Age of The Empires: Chapter IChina sways in the winds. With the sap of his blood, he is a bamboo forest never breaking. His leaves rustle and the air strikes him; he bends back in an arch, then in the other way, all four sides.Age of The Empires: Chapter I2 years ago in Drama More Like This
He should have died a long time ago, he thinks, but the fact is that, he has not. Like a dragon, he has lived thousands of years. Sometimes, when he paints calligraphy, he finds himself writing it all down again—Confucius’s words permeated the air and lulled him to peace; the Qin emperor played with zither with deathly sting; General Guan’s son grew too quickly; Madame Mao, an old lady, was strong to the end...
And Taiwan had the most beautiful eyes, like the night without moon. And Hong Kong loved hawthorn berry sweets, and the Koreas were inseparable, and Japan had the quickest hands. And China pours wine down the rivers, watching the drops disappear into ocher. The tide, shrinking and swelling, never ceases. His land, sad and ancient, will never fail his people. And nei
With The Wind"One touch of nature makes the whole world kin."With The Wind6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
So the world could be gray.
Or was it white?
White, then although it was gray, it was white, and the color of the dead. Truly, Yao did not care, but he merely thought. He could only do that, aside from observing and stumbling. And perhaps he was weeping. He could not tell his mind was disoriented, as if someone had struck his mind his very sanity with something hard, something that hurt. All that remained was the dullness, the numbness, of his throbbing head, his burning heart.
It couldn't have happened.
Then why was the world at its end?
China was old. It was sometimes hard to remember, for time was time, and age was but a label. All he knew was that he did not have the energy that flourished within him it was but the heart of the tiger that led him on now; and he was tired. So tired. And yet a whole nation was before him, so
TourniquetHell.Tourniquet6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ludwig is all too familiar with all four. He never tires of it, because the cold and hot of it all has become numb to him too numb, too often; though he truly abhors it, he bears it, because he needs to stay strong and tall, and through the fire he plunges. He sheds no tear for those who have died around him, young and old; those he may call friend, have called comrade.
Instead, he feels helpless that instant plunge into deep emptiness, a lump forming in his stomach like his heart truly is frozen, and has fallen. And he would remember a distant, dreamlike, memory of Gilbert gruffly stating that he, the great Prussian empire, has no heart. Ludwig would remember his own quiet exasperation.
Sometimes he thinks he has a heart.
Sometimes he thinks it's frozen.
But that is only because he is a soldier, after all. Like any true German man, he is upright and dignified. Strict and stern, law-abiding. Like any true German man, he is blue-eyed
Melting Fire"我一掌劈开天，Melting Fire6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The general, Yao observes, deserves more titles, marquis or general, than most. He deserves to be deified.
Moments before the man was upon Fancheng, demanding surrender. Fighting. He gnashes his teeth; times are hard. That is obvious. He only noticed at the battle for the first time that the great general's beard has acquired silver and gray; he is, he realized, old. Aging. Great a man as he was and is, he is now old. Someday he shall be ash, like all others gone for this timeless war and before. The thought can strike Yao, who has seen too many people die, especially now. It strikes him like the arrow through the general's arm.
He can die today.
He is no longer young.
That arrow was protruding from his arm for too long.
If the poison doesn't kill h
The Power of Hello KittyJapan and Greece theyThe Power of Hello Kitty5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Could it be true?
Had his little brother really no not quiet, chaste Kiku surely not?
But the rumors the way Francis had practically leered in perverse joy at "l'amour" was so genuine; it was easy to discern the difference between truth and fantasy with him in due time.
But back to the presentKiku was no longer a virgin. Simple as that.
And it would be explanation enough for that one night that noise from Japan
His poor little brother!deflowered!
Aiyaaa, Yao groaned, heart skipping in motherly (envious) distress. He'd probably start creating those nude beaches too
Yao's poor little silky head shook, to ward off the atrocious images of Kiku's little meter how he could've survived poor baby!
With that one little meter, it was a shock that he was still alive.
Sweat beaded along Yao's forehead; oh, Greece must've been a beast in bed; his quiet exterior was a lie, just like
GoneIt was Katsura who brought the news first. The first one who spoke the dreaded words.Gone6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He was gone.
He was dead.
He was killed.
Gone. Gone, gone, gone, and gone.
The three of his disciples---his former disciples---kneeled on the cold and grassy ground, their faces down. If the faces had lifted, it would have revealed the chalk-white faces; with the lips trembling like those of children about to weep. To sob. Wail. Cry. Scream.
Because he was gone. The one who had taught them everything they knew; who had nearly raised them himself; he who had taken them under his wing. Their master. Their teacher. Their mentor. The one who meant more to them than anything in the world. Their kind and unbreakable teacher---gone. Just---like---that---
"Shouyou sensei"---Katsura's voice was hollow and raspy, as if he had suddenly lost any use of it; it shattered the anguished silence---"is gone."
Mango StreetMango Street:Mango Street6 years ago in Other More Like This
Where the poor sing their song.
Mango Street, with Esperanza, who doesnt belong;
And Cathy, Queen of Cats;
Sire, who lives like a rat;
Darius, who said something wise;
Rafaela, with lovesong sighs;
Minerva, who wants to break;
Sally, her love is fake;
Alicia who sees mice;
Marin, who wishes to entice.
Mamacita, no speak English;
Rosa Vargas, her kids are hellish.
Mango Street: the lane of broken dreams.
Escaping?is difficult, it seems.
KITS ARE SCARY"Father?"KITS ARE SCARY6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Firestar paused on his way out of the nursery, and turned.
His daughters, Leafkit and Squirrelkit, were staring at him with wide eyes. Sandstorm, a little ways behind them, was keeping an eye on them.
"Father," Squirrelkit repeated, "how do you make kits?"
"Father?" Leafkit mewed quietly.
"Err " Firestar found that his tongue was suddenly heavy. It couldn't move. Spottedleaf's spirit might as well have weighed it down with all the pebbles of the RiverClan border.
"Father!" Squirrelkit bounded up to the flame-pelted tom in his sudden silence. "Can you talk?"
Firestar twitched. "Er... Where did you get that question ?"
"We heard Ferncloud yowling a moon ago," Leafkit explained. "She was in a bush with Dustpelt. She sounded really happy and like she was dying at the same time."
"Yeah!" Squirrelkit piped up. "When she moved into the nursery yesterday, we asked her about it" Squirrelkit flicked her fluffy tail at the queen sleeping in the corner-"and she s
Boiling Beans"Why didn't you kill me that night, aru?"Boiling Beans6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"...Na?" Japan threw China a slightly confused face. "What are you talking about?"-Yao could see that question etched upon Japan's face.
China wasn't fooled.
"You know, aru." "Don't lie," he wanted to add; but he refrained.
He received no answer; Kiku was silent; but China knew that face.
China wasn't fooled.
He received no answer.
He expected none.
Kiku was silent; but China knew that face. Japan's facial features were set-firm; determined; ready.
Yao hated that look. (But once...once, he had loved it-all of it, and the boy he had raised...Japan, Kiku, Japan...it was still that little boy...but that was long ago )
Yao hated him for that face.
He had been ready to turn on him...
Yao resisted the urge to take that stupid, stupid, hateful nation-(that he had once loved)-by the shoulders, shake him until sense returned to those blank brown eyes; (those eyes had once been so big); knock away that blank expression. He wanted some
ERF - Prussian SoldierERF - Prussian Soldier5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"...And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all
That ends this strange eventful history..."
One moment there was nothing nothing but the silent burst of fire, the harsh look of pain crossing his face time seemed to slow down, if only a little; the shot tore his uniform, ripped a bleeding mess out of his chest; his mouth opened, slightly, to display a scream so shrill no one but the dogs could hear. The gleaming rusted steel dropped from his hands, quickly: the soldier it had impaled fell at a faster pace.
He crumpled. His whole body did buckling in on itself, falling to the ground: he hit with a thud.
And just like when he had "died," Elizaveta could only watch; with hot frustration and cold shock all at once, locked in stalemate: She sprang forward then, to catch him: though she did not succeed, she still pulled him back up. He was soft and heavy in her arms; his clothing was his shell. She could see his mouth working when she kne
Look At the CameraThey say thatLook At the Camera5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You never smile.
I never noticed.
I saw it
In your eyes...
ERF - ResurgamERF - Resurgam5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"...With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide..."
Death was displeased.
Spoiled brat that it is.
And even after a gluttonous meal...
This was a festival for one, after all, and that one was Death, was the bitter thought that ran through the heads of all. Damnation and hellfire to their enemies.
The end was nigh, though. Elizaveta shrugged to herself as the Russians marched in and granted her liberation. Liberation no, it was just some sort of sick version of abduction, and resistance helped little was nothing but another wretched road, another battle to fight. Staring into grape-like eyes, she noted Ivan's berth, his mad, mad eyes. His uniform. His little grin. The gloating of a child.
"All will become one with Russia," he said, almost simply, his cheer eerie.
Fists were already clenched; now they groped about, for a pan, a rifle, a sword there was nothing. In some way, this brought her but a
Sworn BrothersThe day Yao wanted to become his sworn brother was the day Kiku stopped loving him.Sworn Brothers5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
To this day Kiku could not pluck out the reasonthere were so many tangles about it, varying in hardness. Kiku liked to think rationally, but...
Why would the heart care? Or the mind? They were to keep him living, to make him feelno more, no less. There was no reason to make it all better therelife was life.
Life was to tear the bird from the familial nest; it was to pierce the mother's breast with a splinter of what once was. I was to set out and nurture, itself or its own childrenand in the end, to lose. Lose what, Kiku chided himself for not knowing. But he could see it. See it in Yao's eyes whenever the People's Republic of China turned them to himhe saw the eyes in layers, of history and the present. The way he treated Kiku like an equal now, only having periods of fraternity, if they could be so. But he never called him brother; not anymore.
Kiku would stand abo
Si Ye Nan An"我在远方，Si Ye Nan An5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Her cheeks were pink with cheer, and they remained with her even under the guise of man; she went to Hangzhou, because her father loved her. And so he let her.
Hangzhou was a new place, and though the world would not have accepted her had she been a woman, it strove for hospitality and knowledge alike; it gave her Liang Shanbo.
Japan was a tiny thing when China found him. China had not expected such sophistication from one so little, so distant from Zhong Guo; hardly a sea away, but phantom-like. Yao could only see him through a mist, until he found the child among the bamboo. Yao loved children, and Japantiny little Bentian Juwith his eyes that stared like galaxieshe was a child to be taken. He was a new nation, and Yao had little wish to let him suffer the way he hims
The Rise of Italy410The Rise of Italy1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Another building crashed in the distance and sparks rose in its place, casting the wall behind the open window in an eerie orange glow. The curtains had been pulled back and they drooped listlessly in the heat of an Italian summer night without a breeze to cool the room, but Romano couldn’t care much about them when sleep didn’t come. After half an hour of hot, fruitless turning, he’d pushed his small bed beneath the window, tossed a sheet over his head, and watched the proceedings.
At the moment, the Visigoths were reasonably contained to the northern outskirts of Rome. He could hear them from this distance: pillaging, burning, sacking. The people of Rome were fleeing to the harbor where Romano could imagine dozens of boats dipping in the waves under the weight of a twenty thousand refugees. As it were, he could see them under his window, half towards the bay and half into the countryside. They were a frightened mob, waving torches, scrambling towards safe
Red and BlueYao stood quite solidly as he watched the parade, the several lions and the smallest children ducking away from them. Stifling a chuckle, he broke his firm stance and knelt down to a nearby little boy barely up to his knee.Red and Blue5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Hai pa ma?" he asked the child, who quickly nodded, his starry eyes huge. Of course he was scared. "Mei shenme, zhi shi ren er yi." Smiling, Yao patted the boy on the head; still, his own statement seemed a bit unreal even to him; the lions were certainly only people...but...
"Wo zhi dao!" squeaked the boy. "Ke shi wo hai hai pa!" Yao's smile widened at the young reply; it was so adorable.
"Ei," he said, almost teasingly, "wo xiao de shi hou ye qu gen ta men a." Beckoning at the lion dancers, Yao noted the boy's eyes, which were getting wider. "Ke hao war a." Yao hardly noticed the pain in his cheeks, ebbing away into the small chill; he loved Chinese New Year, or else Lunar New Year for his brothers' sake. He enjoyed mingling with his people in the tide of