Mint-Blitz Ch.0: Got Your BackMint-Blitz Ch.0: Got Your Back4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
MLP FIM Fanfiction:
Mint-Blitz Ch. 0
Got Your Back
Cloud Blitz trotted along the path through Ponyville, curious about how much of a difference there was between here and his home in Cloudsdale. There were more than just Pegasus here, Unicorns and Earth ponies roamed around, as well. He'd even seen a Zebra wandering about. When he agreed to go on this trip with his flight class he figured that it would be another boring trot through the rainbow factory.
Cloud was so amazed at the sights and sounds around him that he didn't even notice the winged colt trotting up behind him. " 'Sup Soda Stain. Freak out any ponies yet?" Cloud's ears flattened as he realized just who was behind him. He looked over his shoulder and flinched as the dusty blue pony strolled up beside him. "C-Can't I be at p-peace for a short time Rain Dance?" He said, making an effort not to make
elbows + kneeselbows + knees7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this is an epiphany,
my epiphany of
of a faster face
of dirty glass glances
& scattered debris.
for my kind
to be the kind
the languished kind
burnt & surrendered
the kind it takes to crush
sand to glass,
oh the heat
& the cold--
the dead sufficed
the kind that burns on contact
and blows crisply away.
i want to know more than this.
of scrapes i've got
from cat clawing
from picking locks
elbows & knees,
elbows & knees,
worn thin from
(oh god, the heat).
of marks i've got
flashlight incandescent of a shutterclick flame
all the stares
all the stairs
that i never get to use.
this is the kind
Gateway"Do you know what victory is?" asked a soft voice behind her.Gateway4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The girl with the broken eyes didn't look up. She couldn't. She didn't want to. Her whole body was tattooed with the rain that had started hours before, her hair dripping with the sky's tears. She hadn't wanted to dry the sorrow of the weather from her skin; for fear that someone would see her own.
"I asked, do you know what victory is?" The voice was soft, but strong. And there was something about it that reminded her that she needed to pay attention.
She still didn't speak and a disappointed sigh came from the voice. It was as if the rain had stolen her voice.
"Victory is, when you lay awake at night and pray for the sanity of others rather than yourself. It's when that broken heart which has tormented you, heals you instead. It's when you learn to forgive yourself for your past and look forward to the future."
The tears hadn't stopped yet. They made their way down her face like lifeless little
Spinebone.Spinebone.6 years ago in Transgressive More Like This
She left the window open tonight to shiver out the food she couldn't purge. Left herself available, vulnerable, laid her corpse out with her ribcage regalia on display-- all breathe in breathe out with the quickening pace of the heartbeats in her head-- for the walls, for the sky, for the gawkers and the pointers and the perverts to see, oh, to see how fat and disgusting and terrible she really, really was.
She pressed play.
"... you're wrong, you know."
"Yeah, I'm wrong, then. You say I'm wrong, so--"
"...it must be true."
Ghosted lips and scripted words. She'd listened to it enough times now to whisper the words by her failure of a heart.
Fast forward. Play.
"--nd it doesn't take a genius to figure out that nobody is good. Nobody. And anyone who thinks otherwise is a fucking fool."
"--who thinks otherwise is a fucking fool."
"-- is a fucking fool."
It was the truth and Riley knew it. Too well. Too, too well. So much s
Across The Universe 1Ch. 1 : A Hard Day's Night : 1963Across The Universe 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
On a night as such a night on December 31st 1963, many people gathered together throughout London to celebrate the New Year with family and friends. It was a special night; one could feel it in the air the second they walked outside. It was a cool and mystical feeling, as if the whole world was about to change, and little did the people of London know, that change it would. Even with that thought in mind, it was very easy to place the difference in this New Year's Eve from New Year's past.
There were crowds upon crowds of people screaming and pushing against each other as they ran after four young men, chasing them all throughout London. Tears poured down their faces, and some even swayed and spluttered, on the verge of fainting from running so long; Or from seeing the four men.
I See EverythingCrossover: Sherlock Holmes/The MentalistI See Everything4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Summary: Holmes meets fellow consulting detective Patrick Jane, who's requested his help on the Red John case. But before they can get to work, during a visit of the Watsons Jane makes an interesting discovery: Holmes sees everything, but he's blind to love.
"Well, that was interesting, wasn't it?"
"What do you mean?"
"Patrick Jane, Sherlock Holmes. Don't you see the similarities?"
"I guess. We're both male… sorry, my insight ends there."
"I'm serious, Jane. Don't you see? If you were born in England over a 100 years ago, your name would've been Sherlock Holmes."
"I don't think so, for one I would've been just another Victorian Englishman..."
"Oh so cynical. You're just proving my point here."
"There's no point to prove! Lisbon, we watched a movie. A movie. A rather gay one, at that. Why are we even discussing this?"
She shrugged as they exited the cinema. "You're right. There's absolutely no contest there."
Eyesbrows and DrunkoversThe Eyebrows of Harrison and the Drunkover of StarrEyesbrows and Drunkovers5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
George is forced to get his eyebrows waxed and Ringo has a uncomfortable drunkover .
Rating: Erm... I dunno. Bit of swearing, but that's it
Disclaimers: The Beatles own themselves and if I did own them, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction about them, would I?
John Lennon sat on his bed reading The Sunday Times with mild interest, his legs crossed at the ankles. Ringo was lying on his stomach next to him snoring lightly, his face turned away from John. He was drooling slightly on the the pillow, one arm wrapped around it. His legs were sprawled about everywhere, barley leaving room for John on the bed, but he didn't mind. Paul was sat on the small sofa near the door, munching on a slice of burnt toast, reading a book that was placed on his crossed legs.
"Shmrr..." Ringo murmered in his sleep, rolling over to John. John looked down at him, with a raised eyebrow.
"He's a right weirdo when 'e sleeps."
"Not as bad as you, your snorin'
Dreams of a Midsummer NightIt was night;Dreams of a Midsummer Night6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The final night.
And it was beautiful,
Down to the veil
Concealing her apologetic eyes
As she turned
From me and walked to the priest.
I looked down.
Couldn't bear to watch,
Couldn't bear to listen,
Couldn't bear to speak
It seemed as though
The warm summer stars,
And flirtations of lily and
And tulips on hummingbird
Stole from the warmth within my
Leaving me cold.
From my hollow eyes,
My hopeless heart-
Oh, wondrous touch
Turns my pathless feet
In a new direction.
Save for the dying murmurs
Behind us and
The crunching of shoes
And see the eyes,
Sympathetic to my pain,
Scared to see the pain in my eyes,
But they know.
And I know they know.
And they know I know they know,
I look down
And walk with the guiding arms on my shoulders
When did the silence
And the gravel?
Snoring...It was a rather dreary morning, dark gray clouds littering the sky and promising a forecast of rain later on in the evening. A chilling wind whipped through the fields outside jarring the carriage as it wobbled along the dirt path, it's occupants stretched out lazily upon it's soft seats. They had been traveling for quite some time now. Each baring the burden of this week's latest adventures in the form of a few bruises and minors cuts. It would be some time before they arrived back in London, some time before he departed from the frustrating dark haired man who was softly snoring just opposite of him and returned to the warm and awaiting arms of his wife.Snoring...4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"You're doing it again " John Watson muttered as he continued to gaze at the ceiling, pressing his lips together as he did so. Perhaps he had wished that his companion would stir without much prodding and cease the awful action that was keeping him from his own rest. He had no such luck. Then again why should he expec
Across The Universe 7Across the Universe 7Across The Universe 74 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
If I Fell - 2011
Another week went by with Paul staying happily in John's apartment while he was at the studio working. Neither of them really wanted to risk the idea of Paul being recognized by somebody else after all. So instead Paul tended to either watch oddly stimulating shows on John's small television, write any half ass song that he could think of (not that that happened to often) or else he would walk down to the little library at the end of the block. He had been trying to study up on any form of 'time travel' he could get his hands on.
On the week end, when John wasn't working, he would attempt to teach Paul how to live in the twenty first century. He showed him just the right way to handle the television remote first before they moved on to cell phones (not that Paul would be getting his own any time soon) and the computer seeing that Paul tended to go down to the library a lot. He even went so far as to teach Paul how to nab himself a cute bird to kee
IntruderThe evidence of my angerIntruder6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lie on the floor
Memories of my past
Scattered and torn.
Why did this turn out the only way
I didn't want it to?
I didn't feel You, I felt an intruder
I can't be more truthful.
I was confused, it felt different but the same.
I don't want to play that game.
I need to feel You intrude again.
The memories of my anger
Show on my face
Memories of my past
Held their place.
Was it all just a dream that I
Don't remember dreaming?
The remains of my anger
Are broken and scattered.
This was all just a dream
That I remember dreaming.
Ib Fanfiction-The Forgotten One-Chapter 2Ib continued to run, the stairs continuing to spiral down and down for what felt like ages. She stopped many times, attempting to catch her breath, only to be startled out of her rest by angered, pained shouts of her name in the distance, seemingly growing closer with each pause.Ib Fanfiction-The Forgotten One-Chapter 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Eventually, the staircase ended on a small, empty platform...with no visible exit. She looked all around, nothing, and the voice was growing more frantic and louder. Ib could now hear the echo of footsteps getting closer and closer.
Ib began to panic, running around the landing, looking for anything, ANYTHING that could help her out. She suddenly tripped and hit the wall, which suddenly tore open and gushed red paint for a moment before revealing a tight, ragged hole in the wall. It was pitch black and cold emanated from it, but the voice and footsteps were growing louder: "Ib? IB?! Where are you?" she had no choice. She jumped straight into the hole, hitting her knee on the edge and scrappin
I Need You, Ch. 1I Need You, Ch. 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
The Beatles were finally getting a few precious days off. Their next concert wasn't till next week, and a cancelled flight meant Brian had eventually decided they may as well stay where they were for now. True, they would have to spend most their 'holiday' in the hotel suite, but with a bit of luck they might be able to sneak out at night and avoid the crowds.
John and Paul were probably going to spend their free time sprawled out on the rug, surrounded by scraps of paper and arguing with each other. George would go and sit with them after a while, experimenting with little guitar riffs and not saying much. As for Ringo, he planned to catch up on sleep, drum, watch the telly and drum.
Sadly, Ringo always seemed to get in the way of his own plans.
"Rise and shine, Ringo!"
The light that was suddenly streaming in from the window made Ringo's eyes sting, and he ducked under the covers, groaning. His head was po
Running From This Nightmare 8Her body felt stiff as she continued to drive.Running From This Nightmare 85 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She'd been up all night. She'd gone home and changed into a pair of jeans, a gray t-shirt, and keeping her boots. She'd grabbed a cup of strong coffee, before making her way out the door with all her money and a bag full of extra clothes and first aid kit.
She didn't know why... But she needed to get Springwood Hospital. Ever since she'd learned what she'd learned last night, she hadn't been able to sleep and she knew she needed to find those kids; to find Nancy and Quentin.
She'd gotten online and did a good bit of research on Gigablast.com, and for three hours she searched for the location of Quentin Smith, before discovering that he was at East Springwood Hospital. It was a three hour drive from her position, and it was open all night.
So now she was in her car again, driving five clicks over the posted speed limit and dodging through traffic like a maniac. She didn't care if she got a ticket. She didn't care if the people around h
Across The Universe Part 6 Ch. 6 P.S I Love You: 2011Across The Universe Part 64 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
John wasn't able to sleep that night. He tossed and he turned, yawning what felt like every few seconds as he prayed for the sweet taste of sleep to rest upon him. Unfortunately John was really finding sleep hard to come by. The thought of what Paul had said, "You don't have to be alone. I'm your friend," god, it was tossing around in his head like a damned bouncy ball.
He had a friend. Paul was offering something to him that no one else had ever thought of giving him. John was even pretty sure that no one thought he wanted it, and he never really thought he did. Until he got it. Paul was a person who wanted not to take hold of his 'lady popularity' or
Reunion in the StarsTitle: Reunion in the StarsReunion in the Stars4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pairing: John/Paul George/Ringo
Summary: A Beatles reunion in the stars
Warning: Character death
Disclaimer: I do not own the Beatles
A/N - Dedicated to :iconsbcatfang: who asked me to put their lovely ideas to life
With the death of the ex-Beatle Richard Starkey, better known to most as Ringo Starr, the world has been thrown into a fenzy. Can it be true that there is really only one Bealte left?
Paul sniffed, flicking the channel away from the news of another friend lost. Ringo too now... He sighed, wiping away the tear that had escaped, why so much death anyway?
When his lip began to wobble and Paul didn't know if he could keep the tears in much longer he stood, turning off the TV and making his way up the stairs, towards his and Nancy's bedroom. He wondered if she was ok, in the back of his mind of course, visiting her mother as she was... Maybe he should have gone with he
Crossover:Mind of a TimeLord- 2The Doctor's eyes spoke to him more than his words did and Sherlock felt every inch of his body melt- traveling, through all of time and space; he may never be bored again. The Doctor could see his thoughts clearly, and Sherlock questioned what abilities that he may exhibit as a time lord; could he read his mind? Images of John suddenly flashed through his own, of Lestrad grasping him and screaming- they would all be in panic now; there could be search groups out looking for him; what a waste of tax payers money. John would have left Sarah mid dinner, rushing out in the cold and rain to find him; he would search for days- weeks if he had to, and Sherlock knew he would never give up. His heart began to pain thinking of John, could he leave him so easily? London and the world he knew inside out, John wouldn't be able to pay the rent on his own- he would be forced to move into a share house and thenCrossover:Mind of a TimeLord- 24 years ago in Settings More Like This
Sherlock realised that his breath had become very loud, his eyes darting around whil
have you told her lately?it is not mondayhave you told her lately?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and there is no monday depression
no hollow bed for me
to sink like a ship inside its blue sheets
there is no water but still an ocean
birds with whom i must still contend
do you know what it's like
to wear real scars amongst the false?
the ring of countenance unbearable
but you are so lovely,
did you know?
did you know that i will never know
anything worth knowing,
i will never believe you when you love me,
never understand why you'd like to remember me
i am a false feeling, metastatic like cancer
a faded poem muddled in the rain
i am sorry because you are
a thousand hearts more than i should have
sorry because i am a shadow of
what you should have
sorry because i shiver knowing you will
see this some day.
I Need You, Ch. 3I Need You, Ch. 34 years ago in Romance More Like This
George wasn't the only one awake that night.
Ringo gazed up at the dark ceiling. Funny that he couldn't sleep now - he'd felt exhausted all day. He still was now, as a matter of fact. But something, something niggling at the back of his mind, wouldn't let him sleep.
Ugh, ugh, ugh. George. Stupid gay George. If George hadn't been such a massive queer and decided to kiss Ringo all of a sudden, he wouldn't be lying awake now, wracked with guilt and confusion and - it was no use blaming George, was it? Ringo was the one who had overreacted, after all.
But then how was he supposed to react to being kissed by a bloke? It wasn't as if they taught it in school (and even if they did, Ringo would probably have been off ill that day anyway). So, there wasn't really any reason for him to feel so - whatever this was - over the whole incident. Girls wer
I Need You, Ch. 4I Need You, Ch. 44 years ago in Romance More Like This
The sound of Ringo's voice sent a shiver down George's spine, but he tried to look normal as he turned to face him. Ringo was stood in the doorway, wrapped in his dressing gown and blinking, bleary-eyed, at George, John and Paul.
He looked tiny and helpless and George had a strange desire to squeeze his cheeks.
"Could I ... could I talk to ye for a minute?"
George gaped at Ringo. "Erm - course ye can, luv. Just - just wait a tick, OK? I'm in the middle of somethin' ..."
Ringo nodded, and headed back to his room.
Oh no. Oh no. George knew just why Ringo wanted to talk to him. He wanted to know why George had kissed him. And that was a perfectly reasonable thing for Ringo to want to know, even if it ... complicated things. For George, anyway. He'd put all his energy into trying to forget about this, and having to talk about it would he
Repercussions of Teasing- Chp 5John doesn't always know when to stop teasing... And Ringo doesn't always know what to do when it doesn't stop.Repercussions of Teasing- Chp 53 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Warnings: John/Ringo, probably sexual themes later on.
Disclaimers: I don't own the Beatles, obviously.
"I don't see why we have to do this," George murmured, fiddling with his bow tie, "I look ridiculous."
"You look fine, give over," Ringo said, trying to do his own bowtie, which was failing miserably.
"I hate black tie," John spat.
"I quite like it if truth be told," Paul said running a comb through his hair. The other three turned to him with cold faces, "What, I do!"
"He just likes dressing up," George grumbled.
"Let's just be grateful he's not in women's clothes," John said, smirking, "Though I don't think they'd look to bad on you, Macca. Long as you had some fake tits or something, I reckon you could make it work."
Paul choked on thin air while the others snorted with laughter, "Shut up! I wouldn't look good in a dress!"
"Yes, you would," Ringo said, still try
I Need You, Ch. 2I Need You, Ch. 24 years ago in Romance More Like This
"You complete idiot, George Harrison."
George gazed at his own reflection in the mirror. Not that he could see much - the only light was from a street lamp outside, blocked mostly by the curtains - but he could still see a dim outline of his dishevelled face glinting in the mirror.
"I can't believe I did that ... "
He had relived the whole incident over and over again, tossing and turning in his bed as he remembered the brief feeling of Ringo's lips on his (wonderful, gorgeous, delicious Ringo ... what was he on about?) and then, Ringo's shocked, almost hurt expression as he forced George off him.
Quite rightly too. How are you supposed to react when your friend suddenly decides to kiss you? Particularly when you and your friend are both blokes.
George shot a guilty glance over at Paul's bed - but, luckily, Paul just rolled over in his sleep, muttering something incoherent about electric o