StormStorm3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Why are we in Kinugawa again?" The redhead beside me asked Hiro. The brunette hadn't really told us anything, but he had called Kou to tell him that I was needed. I didn't understand why in the fact, and the tall man had said something, but I hadn't paid that much attention.
"I don't know why you are here, but the guy you took down last week said that he wanted to talk to the guy that went as Yoshiko, and I guessed it was Yori. You would never choose that name on anything."
A week. That was how long it had been since we needed to head up here in order to find a source of drugs. We had been receiving mysterious calls, but the only thing we had managed to find out of place was different drug deals, but we only had managed to get one the first day. We broke it apart and managed to capture one of the dealers and we managed to get some drugs off them.
As well as a clue that helped solve the mystery of how the Dragon Speed was spreading so fast.
"Yori? You listening?" I glanced at Kai. Thin
The touch of the angels...Dear Reader,The touch of the angels...5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Life has it's ups and downs, and there things that gives us pain through out our lives. Our spirits is like a flame from a candle. By experience, it grows by strength, will, knowledge, power, and love. But in many times, fate can snuff it out, driving us to sorrow, hate, and fear.
I felt fear, hate, and sorrow many times before. From the day my bother died to My Parent's divorce to others, giving me pain...emotionally and spiritually. But my family and friends we not the only ones.
From the moment I rest in bed, the sadness grew from inside. My pain was unbearable. Then silence came and everything became quiet. Then it feel like wings wrapping me for comfort, the soft, gentle touch of a hand, and finally...a kiss on my forehead. The pain disappeared, a warm feeling replacing sadness. I awoke slowly, wondering what happened. Then I hear the opening of my door, left ajar. "An angel?" I wondered. "Was there an Angel?"
I can hear nothing, I can feel the warming of my soul, ret
The Ghost and the OwlThe Ghost and the OwlThe Ghost and the Owl5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That day was unlike any other summer day. For most people it would seem just like a regular summer day, but it certainly wasn't. Many important things happened on that day, many things that were of great importance to the rest of the world. I will tell you about one of these things, for I think it was the most important one that happened that day.
To tell this story correctly, I have to tell a few things about a girl first. Her name is Silver and she will be the main character of our journey. She looks just like any other regular girl, so you would think that there is nothing special about her. You couldn't have been more wrong, her appearance is deceiving, for she is not a normal girl at all.
When she was two years old, she met her first friend, Indigo. Indigo's parents were visiting Silver's parents, because they were good friends. Indigo and Silver became best friends immediately. They didn't know why, but they felt as if they were the same, in some way, even w
ScaredI'm really scared.Scared10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have no words
To hide behind.
The words that save me
That express my heart
Just can't contain
I'm afraid I'm losing you,
I love you too much,
I don't know what to do…</b>
My mind is whirling.
My thoughts are unravelled
Into frantic fragments.
I can't think
My mind is numb
With the thoughts of possibilities,
What you might be thinking
I want to die
Nobody loves me
I have no one.</b>
I need you in my life,
I love you too much,
You will always have me…</b>
I'm lost in darkness
Without your guiding
I can't find you
ImpotenceHe felt the caffeinated words risingImpotence5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
through his digestive system,
Felt them bubble-simmer on
his tired tongue and
Urged them south along
his atrophied appendages to
Slaverring with concepts abstract
having lived famished in their absence,
now undulated in their return.
Internal cogs were winding to an
inevitably sexual climax.
External influences nothinged against
his skin and the broad
strokes of his train of thought.
Jittering, juicing practically
pen to paper
SephirothLost alone, Deep inside,Sephiroth12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Locked away with all your pride,
Take the knife, spread the tears,
Locked away inside your fears.
Hatred grows, no one knows,
How you are, until it shows.
Pass the line, break the limit,
So much fun, if you know what's in it.
Locked away, for all time,
Cursed forever in a cursed rhyme..
Pain is spread, all around,
As you lay, upon the ground.
Confusion shows, to no extent,
Laughter follows, please resent.
Tried to find myself inside,
But no Ionger now, can I...
My past is shown, once more and again...
And as once before, I shall create the world's end...
MomentsRemember that time we sat on the bench together, waiting for the bus? You were quiet, like you always were, and I thought nothing of it. But then you turned to me, an unreadable look in your eyes, and you asked me what I liked most about life. I just stared at you, unsure how to answer. You seemed to take my silence as something bad.Moments11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Never mind,” You mumbled. “It was a stupid question.”
“No, no.” I hurried to assure you. “I was just thinking. What I like best about life would probably be all the little moments that happen that end up meaning so much and all the people you meet along the way.” I shrugged and you hummed, turning back to face forward.
You didn’t come to the bus stop the next day.
Remember that hot summer day, the one when it was too hot to even think? I was complaining about how much I was sweating, and you were, as usual, responding with noncommittal noises. The bus was running late that day, and I was cursing every
Mail Order: Chapter 2Mail Order: Chapter 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chameleon House was located in Actual Alley, with a book repair shop on one side and the office of a sage on the other. The unique edifice looked like a narrow, three-storey building similar to a brownstone; with a side-gabled slate roof, light grey stone walls, narrow windows in weirwood frames and a densewood front door. In the middle of the door was a wrought iron chameleon head with a knocker below it.
Even in a city famous for an endless variety of architectural styles, Chameleon House was noteworthy. Not for its outward appearance but for what it was. It was in fact not a brownstone at all but a rare magical artefact known as a Daern’s instant fortress. When activated, it grew from a small adamantine cube into an impregnable structure some thirty feet tall. Additionally, it was unique among its kind because it was self-aware. Further, it could alter its exterior to match that of its surroundings. Here in Sigil
Inside of MeI smile, yet, I'm hurting inside.Inside of Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I laugh, to hide my pain.
I feign my emotions, pushing reality aside.
I'm lost, it's all in vain.
It shows, and that is my bane.
Losing touch with what's real,
I feel helpless and cold.
Waiting to find the life I want,
it's all just a taunt.
It could be I'm just waiting for that someone,
Happiness eludes me;
Apathetic mindsets constrict my view.
I cannot fathom the serene.
Everything lost, vision askew.
It all doth accrue,
one to two.
Death is long overdue.
Once again, I smile.
Hoping no one will see.
Though every once in a while,
I dream someone will foresee,
what's really going on..
inside of me.
Need A Heart? Take Mine...I was slowly beginning to surface through the heavy clouds of anesthesia when my eyelids were wrenched open and a bright light penetrated through the haze moving rapidly from eye to eye.Need A Heart? Take Mine...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Steven... Steeeeven... Hellloooo... Yoohoo, Steven wake up. Can you hear me Stephen?" The voice couldn't have been anyone besides my cardiologist, an annoying middle aged man that probably still lived with his mother. I found it hard to believe that he passed medical school and it was even harder for me to believe that he was the best in the country.
I attempted blinking and was successful after Dr. Nahill realized I was awake and also perfectly capable of performing that task by myself.
"Oh good, you're awake. It would have been a shame if you died and that ol' ticker you've got didn't get a chance to work. Well, it's a new ticker but you get the point. Your irreversible, end-stage biventricular failure has been reversed." Dr. Nahill barked out an awkward laugh that stopped once he realized I wasn
Your Attachment - 10Your Attachment - 104 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This is chapter ten. To view other chapters find the links below.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler and sadly never will. *cries in corner*
Title: Your Attachment
Rating: T / Pg-13
Summary: He needed me. As for myself? Well...I needed a lot of things. Too bad pretending to be a girl while also pretending to be Sebastian's girl friend weren't some of them.
Timeline: Actual universe. Also known as 21st century.
Warnings: Will eventually be yaoi! (Sorry mom.)
sorry for OOCness. I won't try to have it that way, but since it is AU it will have to be slightly OOC. Also, I will place warnings on the chapters that have yaoi, so don't worry. This chapter has some hints of yaoi in it. Also some cursing is in this chapter.
Madame's Night OutCharacters (and web addresses of their bios):Madame's Night Out5 years ago in Drama More Like This
Madame Fatal: http://pdsh.wikia.com/wiki/Madame_Fatal
Captain Nazi: http://pdsh.wikia.com/wiki/Captain_Nazi
(Open to outside CAPTAIN NAZI's hideout, which looks like a run-down warehouse but with subtle swastikas incorporated into the decoration and two GUARDS at the front. MADAME FATAL approaches with HAMLET on his shoulder)
GUARD 1: You are not allowed here, fraulein.
MADAME FATAL: I'm sorry. I got turned around. Could you tell me where Q Street is?
GUARD 2: (Points off a ways) That vay.
MADAME FATAL: You're dears.
CAPTAIN NAZI: (Unseen, from inside) Vell, vell
(Cut to inside CAPTAIN NAZI's hideout. BULLETMAN and BULLETGIRL are chained and dangling above a vat of acid-Captain Nazi is a classic villain, after all-with various henchmen around and CAPTAIN NAZI looking up at his captives.
Arman and the Flaming DragonIt was the fortieth year in the reign of King Delnadio. His royal graciousness saw fit to hold a most exquisite banquet in honor of this landmark occasion, inviting all in his kingdom be they commoner, noble, or other to attend.Arman and the Flaming Dragon7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Other, you ask? Thatd be my kind. You know, the ones that keep the noble life worth living. The ones behind the scenes. Or rather, behind your chair with a knife.
Anyway, there was the banquet. Everyone far and wide came to the great halls of the castle to partake in the merriment. The privileged few of the higher classes showed up in their carriages and whatnot, dressed as sharply as they dared, although most of the guests simply showed up on the grounds wearing a shirt they felt had the least amount of holes. But regardless of ones social status, all were herded into the main hall for the presentation of the Queen and the Kings daughter, as well as the initiation of the feast.
Now normally those twod simply show up at the Kings s
The Tragedy of the StickertreeOnce upon a time, there was a tree. The tree was special, and it was alone. It lived with its mundane brethren and watched life parade around it. In its youth birds tried alighting in its branches, but they did not stay, and in time no animal came near the tree. One day, a young woman came to the glen by accident, for it was in an obscure place, and no man had been there and cared enough to tell of it. She spied the tree, the special tree, and sat beneath it; she let go a heavy breath and slept beneath it. When she awoke, she felt as though a whole night's sleep had filtered through her, and she returned home, light as down on the breeze.The Tragedy of the Stickertree9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
For years, the woman would come under the tree to rest. She was a teacher, she was, at a schoolhouse nearby; and though she was gentle, she was under great stress, for the children were an unruly bunch. She was glad to live a spartan life, for it was her dream to t
Jingle Bells-- Halo 3 StyleRiding on a 'hogJingle Bells-- Halo 3 Style4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Plowing through the fray
O'er hills we go
Fragging all the way
Needles 'round us ping
Making our shields bright
What fun it is to shoot and sing
Our slaying song tonight!
Jingle bells, Prophet smells
Jackal laid an egg
Hunter got annoyed at him
And tore off his leg
Jingle bells, shot gun shells
Hope it never ends
Oh what fun it is to fight
And kill all of your friends!
A day or two ago
I thought I'd take a ride
And soon the Arbiter
Was seated by my side
The Warthog it was jacked
And then we both got shot
We plowed into a mass of Grunts
And then we got upsot!
Oh, jingle bells, Johnson yells
Throw all your grenades
Flood is gonna kill us all
In many gruesome ways
Jingle bells, though I fell
I'll respawn again
Oh what fun it is to fight
And kill all of your friends!
CFAB Ch5 :AkuRoku:CFAB Ch5 :AkuRoku:9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was big, frilly, and worst of all, it was pink. Plus, Roxas was sure he'd seen it try to wriggle away from Axel's grip. It was a dress. An evil, PINK, possessed dress. No way was he wearing this. Guys don't wear evil, PINK, possessed dresses, no matter how much they secretly enjoyed looking at other guys in the men's locker room!
Roxas regarded the thing, his expression one of utmost horror and distaste. "'No' means 'NO', Axel." He spat, trying to back further away from the hideous thing. Considering that he'd already put ten or so feet between it and him, and that the wall pressing against his back was quite solid, it's not surprising that he failed.
"But Roxas- don't you understand the plan?" Axel asked innocently, tilting his head to one side and resting his elbow on the counters.
"Of course I do. And it's not that bad of a plan… One of us has to dress up like a girl, to fool the babysitters into thinking
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 for5 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
One Hell of a Butler - Part 2One Hell of a Butler - Part 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Butler Warm
Arching my back I close my eyes and push the wooden bow down over the strings of my violin, a melodic sound reaching my ears as I played the first note that was upon the parchment in front of me.
"No, no, no bocchan, this will not do!" From the soft melody to a violent screech, the bow drops down to my side and I clench the handle in my hand firmly.
"Lift your head whilst you arch your back. Bring the instrument further up your shoulder and stand with a little more poise! We can't have you slouching, especially not when you have to perform in front of so many important guests." I bring the violin further up my shoulder and rest my chin at the base, taking a deep breath before standing up straight. The bow was in the air again and before I could play the first note, I was rudely interrupted yet again.
"Now stand with your legs apart slightly so that you're comfortable." Bu
Message ReceivedMessage ReceivedMessage Received4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I walk into your room that has been closed for so long.
I look around and see things as they were on that day.
Your is bed still rumpled from where you slept.
Your favorite shirt still lays on the back of the chair pulled out from your desk.
Your books still scattered, but yet so neat, lay opened to the pages you were reading.
Holding my breath I walk slowly in the door.
My breath caught in the hollows of my heart.
Time has passed but yet it has stopped forever.
In this moment there is no past or future just a longing that remains with me still.
Tears of time escapes from my eyes.
Profound loneliness fills my very essence of being.
I reach for your pillow and hold it tight.
I speak words of love into the silence wishing to hear your sweet voice.
How I long to sweep that curl of hair that always hung just beside your eyes.
How I long to hold you in my arms one last time.
Anger fills me with such a vengence while I walk among the memories held within these walls.
The Book of Forum, number 1The Book of Forum, number 110 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
The Forum According to Curran
Creation- or the First
In the beginning, there was nothing.
Then, there was more nothing.
Then there was someone's dog, but it went away really fast with our slipper.
And there then was still nothing.
Then there was a great blank stare.
The Great Blank Stare loomed over the blank, gray-green world and decided that something had to come. It took him three days. Well, we SAY it took three days, but who is to say what time is to the Great Blank Stare. To it, there was no day, par se. So let's just say it took a certain amount of time of random thoughts going in and out of its orange head for the decision to be made. Having decided, it then set to work creating the realm of Forum, and the many nations and inhabitants to populate it.
First were the Forums, many in number and layered like the frosting on a bundt cake. The Deviants realm, with its wild growth and cycle of life and death. The fiery and dangerous lands of Complaints, where only the stou
Battle Dragon part18Battle Dragon part184 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The remaining days till new years eve were somewhat chaotic and rushed. Between me moving to the new place, my parents calling for explanations about why my cousin had a Battle Skin, and the whole mountain of paperwork and the like I had to go through, mixed along the fact that I was actually trying to keep up with the scheduled training and had to go through two to three fights a day to earn some money so I could save up some cash... I was beat up, tired and sore in more ways than I had thought even possible.
"Don't be such a wuss." Jade stared down at me as I lay lifeless on the new couch in our new flat. "Who doesn't celebrate new year?"
"I do." I replied, all too tired to actually do anything. "I wanted to go with my family, but it would risk me having to reveal about my Battle Skin." I sighed in frustration. "I had to make up a lame excuse about finding a new job to be able to pay rent."
"I heard." she simply commented. "You still seemed mad about something."
MarionettesThe old woman finished her last two marionettes and laid down the tiny paintbrush for the last time, her pale cream hands with soft blue veins spidering the back of her slightly wrinkled hands, finally given reprieve. No more would those arthritis ridden hands, nimble even in old age, again paint or create marionettes. These last two were her finest carved and painted creations ever. Sky blue eyes that were beginning to cloud over with blindness glittered with happiness. She caressed the small marionette's painted black hair.Marionettes4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Bringing him close she blew into his face, the wood growing resplendent, sunshine seeming to make it softly glow.
"I gift thee with my breath the exuberance of summer that is busy with life." She whispered before slender deft fingers tied fishing line around his neck before laying him down on the mahogany desk. Picking up the other puppet, this one taller than the other, she also blew a stream of air into his face though her breath was now as cold as the harsh win