KH - A Dog's Heart chapter 1KH - A Dog's Heart chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
this is my new story....
this is the story about a young dog who was born as a nobody. she was not just a nobody, she was a special nobody. her journey began in the a group called organization 13. along the way, she learned about friendship, honesty, loyalty, and love but as a nobody she doesnt feel this emotions.
so went on a journey...a journey to find.....her heart....and who she was....
Chapter 1: the birth.
it was a cold and windy night in a little town called twilight town. the people there were nice and had a happy life except for one man. he lived inside an abandoned mansion and there he mad a computer room for research. he was a scientist. this man was called Diz. no one knows what was his real name but diz was such a mysteries name. he looked at his computer and sighned. "sora..." he said softly. diz was thinking about his a group called organization 13. this group had 13 nobodies and they were people who were born without hearts and lack of emotions. diz knew they had a new
Kingdom Hearts 2 The Little Engine That Could pt2Part 2Kingdom Hearts 2 The Little Engine That Could pt21 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
*back in the roundhouse the old engine named Jebediah was still asleep & next to Jebediah, the beautiful red engine named Georgia, then Tillie and the trio came up*
Georgia: Hey, aren't ya forgettin' Jebediah?
Tillie: *whispers* Shh! I don't wanna wake him up!
Georgia: But Jebediah pulls the milk train.
Tillie: Not today, I have I plan!
*Before Georgia could ask, she sees the trio*
Georgia: Oh, who are these 3?
Sora: I'm Sora, this is Donald and Goofy.
Georgia: Nice to meet you.
Sora: Same here.
Tillie: They're new friends of mine.
Georgia: I see. And you still want a train to pull?
Tillie: Hey! I'm an engine aren't I?!
Georgia: Settle down girl I'm on your side. Fact is, honey, I wouldn't mind if you were pullin' a train for me. I got a little hitch in my chug along this morning, but you'd better get goin'.
Tillie: Thanks Georgia.
*Then Chip came down and shushed at Tillie. Then, secretly, she left the roundhouse with Jebediah's milk cars, Georgia and the trio were surprised. T
Kingdom Hearts: A New Age -Prologue-Author's NotesKingdom Hearts: A New Age -Prologue-1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
After seeing this image by :iconnightrizer: got into a bit of a conversation with someone and decided to make a story out of it. I doubt I'll make it an ongoing thing, but I'm undecided so far so we'll see. But there will be at least a few pages. Maybe.
Also, this takes place after the events in Dawn of the Dragon, so if you haven't played that game or any of the others in the trilogy, there will be spoilers and references. It also takes place after Dream Drop Distance (KH3D) So spoilers for that too :3
"Be welcomed friend. I have long been expecting you." A mysterious blue dragon glances over his shoulder briefly acknowledging his visitor. Floating in front of him was a large book he had immersed himself in very intently. The visitor quietly approaches him inside his chamber, which was empty besides themselves and a curious looking enormous hourglass
Kingdom Hearts 2 The Little Engine That Could pt1Part 1Kingdom Hearts 2 The Little Engine That Could pt11 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
*It was early in the morning when a little boy named Eric was reading a book. Then his older sister Jill comes in*
Jill: *smirks* Whatcha reading, Eric?
Eric: *smiles* About the little engine and the toys it brings! It's a birthday train and tomorrow's my birthday!
Jill: *smirks teasingly* Ha ha! Birthday train full of toys? I just can't believe you're really believe that.
Eric: Sure I do. It'll come!
Jill: *walks away from him* Don't hold your breath. *her right hand holds the door and turn her head to her little brother, Eric* This is not gonna be any little engines or birthday trains gonna be here.
Eric: It'll come. I know it will! I know it will! I know it will! I know it will!
*After the appearance of the world name know as Train Yard Express, we see Sora, Donald Duck, and Goofy walking through a forest close to a train yard*
Sora: I wonder where we are now?
Donald: I don't know.
Goofy: Gawrsh me either.
?????: *Loud whistle noise* TO WORK! TO WORK!
BLEACH - Memories In Vain - 2BLEACH - Memories In Vain - 24 years ago in Humor More Like This
. : r u s h : .
The sounds of Rukia's footsteps disappeared as Ichigo swung away at the Hollow who, even though had only one arm now was able to block all of Ichigo's attempts of shattering it's mask.
Ichigo then heard a scream.
It was Rukia's voice.
"RUKIA!" he yelled in the direction of her scream, hugely concerned; his attention completely focused on Rukia's well being.
The Hollow took Ichigo's moment of distraction as an opportunity to make an attack. He got his arm slashed badly by it's cat-like claws.
Full of rage and worry, he decided to end the fight quickly.
He stood back holding Zangetsu tightly in both hands and yelled "GETSUGA TENSHOU!" A blue beam of energy was released from the large blade, completely destroying the Hollow's mask. It howled loudly as it's existence vanished.
Ichigo ran as fast as he could toward the direction where he heard Rukia's scream, completely forgetting about his heavily bleeding arm. He spotted her unconscious body by the water.
Kingdom Hearts 2 The Little Engine That Could pt3Part 3Kingdom Hearts 2 The Little Engine That Could pt31 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
*Sometime later when Doc makes it to Georgia*
Doc: Say "toot".
Georgia: TooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooT *a puff of smoke comes out of her funnel*
Doc: hmmmp, well you'll be alright, it's just a bent sponger monger, but there won't be any mountain climbing for a few days.
Rollo: But doc, We've got to get the birthday train over that ehh, *bonks his head twice* the thing, that tank up, the rumb, that mountain, t-t-t-today!
Doc: I'm sorry, but I've got to get Georgia back to the roundhouse.
Rollo: But, but, but!
Doc: Why not just flag down another engine?
Georgia: Yeah! Farnsworth and Pete will be along soon enough.
Rollo: Right! Of course, that's what I'll do! *Looking at Grumpbella and Jeepers* I was just about to say that *which makes them turn with arms crossed* I know an engine will come along, I'm sure it will... I think... maybe... *prays* please?
Goofy: *to Doc* Hope you get her back to the roundhouse safely.
Doc: *to Goofy* Don't worry, I will.
Georgia: *to Goofy*
BLEACH - Memories In Vain - 3BLEACH - Memories In Vain - 34 years ago in Humor More Like This
. : g u i l t : .
Bleddyn took refuge under Ichigo's bed; in the dark and out of harm.
Ichigo sighed and said quietly, "You can't hide in the dark forever."
Ichigo sat on the floor waiting for him to show his face. Moments that seemed to last eternities passed. Bleddyn slowly walked out. He was wearing the same agonized expression that he did earlier at Urahara's.
"Its my fault. Rukia... could have died." His eyes were filled with tears.
"Hey... Look at me," said Ichigo. "Look at me."
He waited until Bleddyn's eyes met his. They were so dark and penetrating it took Ichigo moments before he could speak. "Sometimes in life bad things just happen." His father told him those same words once.
Even though Ichigo still believed that he himself was the reason Rukia almost died, he felt he had to say something; he felt he had to help Bleddyn. He didn't want anyone to feel as bad as he did. Ichigo sat on his bed.
"Here, why don't you sleep on the end of my bed tonight?" suggested Ichigo
Kingdom Hearts 2 The Little Engine That Could pt4Part 4Kingdom Hearts 2 The Little Engine That Could pt41 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
*A short while later, Tillie pulls the birthday train up the mountain with Sora sitting on Tillie's cap roof, Goofy in the 2nd car with Rollo and Jeepers, and Donald sitting on the roof of the car with the giraffes*
Tillie: I think I can, I think I can, I think I can, I think I can...
Rollo: *singing* When your feet are on the ground, stand up and face *stands up but gets blown back in the face by smoke, which makes Jeepers and Goofy laugh* whatever your afraid of. When pandemonium is all around...
Missy: *singing* That's when you find out what it is you're made of.
Rollo: *singing while pulling out some flowers from his hat* If you will just believe it's true. *Chip flies at the flowers, picks one, and takes it to Tillie* Then there is nothing you can't do. There's not a mountain that you can't climb. There's not a river you can't make it over There's no tomorrow that you can't find if you try I know you're gonna make it. Nothing can stop you now!
Tillie: I think I can, I
BLEACH - Memories In Vain - 1BLEACH - Memories In Vain - 14 years ago in Humor More Like This
. : e n c o u n t e r : .
"When someone changes your world, that's when you know he's important to you."
― Tite Kubo
It all started with a scream from under the bed.
"Rukia," said Ichigo tapping on the closet door.
"Hold on a second, Ichigo, I'm changing."
There was rustling from under Ichigo's bed when they heard a scream; Kon came running out from underneath.
"What is it, fur ball? You scared me half to death!"
"ICHIGO! THERE'S A MONSTER UNDER YOUR BED! ICHIGO~!"
"What the hell are you talking about? I don't sense any Hollows! You gotta be crazy!"
"ICHIGO, TRUST ME! THERE'S SOMETHING UNDER THERE! ICHIGO! ICHIGO! ICHI--"
"FINE! I'll go check under there if that means you'll shut the hell up!" He said grabbing a flashlight from a drawer in his desk.
"RUKIAAA! I'LL PROTECT YOU!" Kon ran to the closet and flung himself across the door. "HE'LL HAVE TO GO THROUGH ME TO HARM MY SWEET RUKIA~!"
Rukia sighed. "What is it now, Kon?" She said with irritatio
Spirit of ice (Jack Frost Poetry)Spirit of ice10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every cold & wintry night
A cold & young gentle young spirit has appear on the gorgeous moonlight
With his handsome blue hoodie shirt & his icy brown pant
I’m afraid it’s too cold our poor little ants
With his icy power of his icy staff on his hand
He could make bring snow for you to build snowman
With his icy magic palm in his hand
He could make a bunny or he could make a street into freezing ice land
When the cloud clear to the sky & out comes the sun
Jack look at the children & said that’s was fun
Jack knew it’s time for him to say goodbye
But he want to see the children
Worth waiting forSome say that when you die your life flashes before your eyes. The question I always asked in response to that was, How did they know?Worth waiting for4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well I'll tell you something now they're wrong. You do see some memories bits of the past that you held on to and preserved because they were painful or precious. But they don't whiz past like children on a fairground ride, oh no. They stay. They captivate you, hold you in the moment, each second dragged out and extended, giving you more pain or pleasure than you ever thought could be felt. Each sight sharp with colour and clearer than sunlight on snow. You remember the musky scent that made you shiver every time he was nearby. His hands, rough and calloused from years of honest living. You remember exactly how soft their skin was when you held them in your arms for the first time, and the sound of their laughter years later. The glitter of setting sunlight dancing on the surface of the Pacific coupled with anticipation as he bent to kiss
Elephant SpeaksI knew that I could dance - I knew.Elephant Speaks10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The animals that can are few.
It's parrots, people, and then me.
What is it that we share, we three?
Put down your hook, you young mahout.
Play me the Beatles' "Twist and Shout."
Caged AnimalYou're examining your skin in the mirror, trying to work out why it doesn't fit right anymore, when the voices startle you. Shouts of "breakfast!" echo in the hall, and nurses crash fists against wood, rapping loud to get the attention of sleepy patients. You jump slightly, and send your toothbrush skittering across the floor. While you chase it, another patient flushes and steps from the toilet cubicle into the main room. Her bare feet scrape against the linoleum and you shudder. You throw your toothbrush in the bin and run your fingers over your teeth instead, remembering what it used to be like.Caged Animal7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When you finally find and make it into the dining room, it is obvious that most of the best foods are already gone. There is a sad looking hot water machine with a selection of styrofoam cups out of their packaging. You think about how many hands have touched those before you and decide to skip the morning caffeine entirely. Unbidden, you remember the dining area at your last treatment facil
PerfectionWhat is perfection and what is not?Perfection9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Does anybody know that besides god?
Is someone out there who can tell me?
Or do I have to do die and ask god, maybe?
Question over question flying through my brain.
If I don’t find perfection, will my life be in vain?
Everyone had flaws and makes mistakes.
Maybe I have to lower the stakes.
I’m looking for one, just one perfect thing only.
But as time goes by even I get lonely.
Cold and empty, but beating is my heart.
I want perfection, even if it’s just a shard!
Moving on as the time passes me by.
No perfection, no matter how far I fly.
Each and every place, no perfection there.
Can humans be perfect and worlds rightful heir?
Now I am standing close to the edge, full of fear.
Suddenly it comes to me, I smile and see it clear.
No matter how and where you grow up, you are perfection.
Because you are only you and not someones copy or reflection.
I don't want to see you cryYou are my life, you are my sun.I don't want to see you cry10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Never want to miss all this fun.
All this time it felt like we were one.
But one day you left crying, now you’re gone.
I still have your picture in a frame.
Have to say that you are hard to tame.
You never cared much about fame.
Don’t you think it is awesome how far we came?
Awake for days, I can’t sleep.
I am drowning in tears, the water’s too deep.
Can’t reach for you, the road is too steep.
Sadness and Sorrow are the things I reap.
Can’t stop chasing you, but I won’t lie.
It is impossible, no matter how hard I try.
Cried too much, my eyes are dry.
If I had one wish, I would like to never see you cry.
I don't know what to doAnd now I'm sitting here and don't know what to do,I don't know what to do10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
it's been only two month since I met you.
False friends and drugs turned your life upside down,
like most of the people living in this sick town.
You were strong and fighting for your life,
but life just pierced you with a knive.
I was giving you strength, like friends should do,
after all this, I don't know what to say anymore, too.
Everything I want to feel is your breath,
but awaiting you is an early death.
I want to go crazy, can't take this,
you are one of my beloved ones that I don't want to miss.
Grief Is A Natural DisasterThe click-clack of wood on wood echoed in the evening air as Kim stood in the kitchen, stirring the pasta. Through the large window, she could see the silhouettes of her children in the fading daylight, and smiled at their play. Suddenly, the stick in her youngest's hand snapped, and his wail bounced through the neighbourhood, raising to a crescendo as he barrelled inside.Grief Is A Natural Disaster9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"She broke it," he choked out, tears streaming down his face. "Livvie broke my light saberrrrr." He stretched out the last word, turning it from a cry to a whine. Hot on his heels, and shouting over him, his sister flew in behind him, mispronouncing her words in her haste to defend herself. "It was an asscadent! I didn't do it a-purpose!"
"Never mind," she soothed her children, wiping her son's tears gently, and pulling him into a hug. "I was just about to call you both in for dinner anyway. Livvie, go set the table please, and you, Jayce, have some toys to tidy." She pushed her son gently forward, in the direction o
DeathGripping you, his hands are cold,Death11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
crawling over your skin, faster than they told.
You thought there would be pain,
was your life in vain?
Familiar voices slipping in your ear,
rolling from your eyes, it's your last tear.
Light and noises are fading away,
he has come to take you from the fray.
No fear left, you draw one last breath,
looking straight you, his name is DEATH.
Runaway IronyTwenty minutes after finishing the documentary on New Zealand, Nicole had a plan worked out. She wrote it all down in gel pen, an itemised list of all the things she needed; then she got to work.Runaway Irony6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It wasn’t easy to convince the man in Bunnings to sell her nails, but she put on her best innocent face, and told him it was for her father’s garden shed. It wasn’t easy to convince the neighbour to let her have the old fence palings, either; nor the logs that had been earmarked for a bonfire, but a few hearty fibs and her best “I just want to help my daddy” smile went a long way to convincing them.
Two weeks later, she had bruised hands, a lot of knowledge about how not to use a hammer, and what she hoped would pass for a half-decent raft. She packed herself a bag with some clothes and spare underwear, then packed another bag, this one larger and wheeled, with as much canned food as she could carry. Before she left, she remembered to grab the can op
from hopscotch to hangmantasting morbidity like a flavourfrom hopscotch to hangman9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the edge of the tongue
she is six going on seventy
and her breath hic-hic-hiccoughs--
six is supposed to be about hopscotch
not hangman, not bodies
twisting in trees,
dead mouths whispering angst-
ridden memoirs and lifeless limbs
parting branches in breezes,
staring down her open-eyed wonder
but it is too late
she lifts a paint-stained hand,
reaches for leather-booted feet
and glimpses the grotesque:
his face, garish and masked
in death, displayed before her--
and now, in my arms, she is six
going on seventy,
her breath hic-hic-hiccoughing
ApocalypseContrary to popular misconception, the end of the world is not global warming, a nuclear fallout, or a mechanical uprising. Zombies do not erupt from their graves, aliens do not suddenly decide to invade. There are no horsemen, vengeful Gods or wayward comets. Lightning does not smote the wicked and angels do not lead the worthy to peace. The end of the world is not a mass disaster; there is no exploding sun, tidal wave or earthquake. Instead, it is those quiet moments happening all over the world, every day.Apocalypse7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Resting my hand on the gentle curve of my belly, I croon sweet nothings to my baby. I have decided that "it" is a "she", though the ultrasound confirmation is still several weeks away. Still, I have heard her heartbeat, and I am looking forward to hearing it again later today. I sit like this for an hour or so, soaking the sunlight into my skin and communing with the life growing inside me. I am lulled by the sound of traffic in the street, but the unmistakable drone of my hus
Think Twice~~When all is said, and done, and dead, does he love you the way that I do. Breathing in lightning, tonight's for fighting. I feel the hurt, so physical.~~Think Twice4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Staring into the mirror, into my golden-yellow eyes, I see my own weariness. Running my fingers through my black spikes, that go every which way, including down and around my face, I notice how pale my skin is, and not the usual pale either. Loving her strains me. I hate her for it sometimes. But it can't be helped...I'd do anything for her, well almost. Sighing, I spin around and smooth my hands out over the deep black shirt and jeans. I seem gothic compared to that preppy jerk she's with. I don't know what she sees in him, from what I've seen and heard, all that prick does is boss her around and treat her like complete and utter crap. Glancing at the clock, which reads 8:54p.m., I realize that it's about time for the girl of my dreams to arrive...more like nightmares. She's far from perfect; abuse of all kinds have been rid
The MansionThe Mansion2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a warm night as the full moon glowed brightly and brilliantly. A nude and elegant beauty was relaxing on the roof of a small cottage. Her porcelain skin glimmered under the light of the moon. The strands of silver in her hair sparkled radiantly as her fingers combed through her silky locks that cascaded from her head. Her appearance was every bit of perfect. Not a single scar nor rash shown on her body. Even her breasts appeared like they were sculpted by the gods.
Her glossy, peach lips curled into a smile of contentment as she stood to view her surroundings. She then inhaled and exhaled the night's scent as the wind began to pick up. As a mysterious shadow darted passed her, she gasped. She looked around her to see who or what it was, but there was not a soul in sight.
Suddenly, she became tense and felt her body freeze, refusing to move. The shadow had reappeared and moved a few feet behind her. The beauty shed a tear as her frozen body went limp. She mentally braced herself
VoicesCan you hear them talk?Voices10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
speaking to you as you walk.
If you listen closely they disappear,
you are the only one who they’ll let hear.
All of this it makes no sense,
you start to lose your friends.
They don’t stop, they drive you crazy,
you blank out your mind is hazy.
Accepted and listening to them and you’re not mad,
that some people don’t understand makes you sad.
You are still you and make the choices,
it is easier if you accept the voices.