Hellsing High Ch 16The academy was bent on keeping its students in top physical condition. Therefore the academy had its own health center complete with an Olympic sized swimming pool, dojo, basket ball court, a workout center complete with and boxing and wrestling ring.Hellsing High Ch 166 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Alright only a few more Hans James said sitting across from Hans while he did pushups shirtless with Schro sitting on his back.
197, 198, 199, 200. Break Schro said getting off Hans and handing him bottled water.
Nice work Hans youll be ready for that rematch in no time James said getting up
Hans downed the bottle would be better if you got up and helped he smirked
Hey I prefer fencing, speaking of which I have a match today. See you guys in the spa later. He left
Alright Hans if youre gonna beat Anderson you gotta hit harder Schro grabbed a hanging punching bag. Hans put on some gloves and punched it hard with a right hook and like a Newtons
Hellsing: Red Moon ICh.01Hellsing: Red Moon I3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Captain Hans Gunsche of the Millennium battalion was strolling through the woods. Why? Because he was sent there by Herr Major. Major had noticed the Captain's somewhat dim behavior and released one of his vampires into the village of Cheddar. It gave the Captian some hunting thrill not to mention a perfect opertunity to go moon gazing. With a quick sniff Gunsche knew exactly where his prey lay in wait. But another sniff revieled more. It was a sweet smelling human running from the sadistic vampire. The Captain quickened his pace slightly and found the vampire fondling the woman. She was shorter than he was and had spiked blonde hair. She was in a police uniform. The Captain walked into the open and looked blankly at the vampire which began trembaling in fear.
"H-Herr Captain. W-wh-at are y-y-you doing h-here?"
The german officer pulled out one of his customised mauser C96s. Either the vampire was increadably stupid or desperate because he used the police-girl as a human sheild.
Hellsing fic: Hallelujah 73.HallelujahHellsing fic: Hallelujah 73.6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jorinde: Another sad song fiction for my challenge. It very sad and spoils for book number 9 so if you dont know the story of what happens or dont like sad pieces dont read.
Here we begin the story of the aftermath. Dedicated to all my Heinkels.
Heinkel strode into the darkened room and shut the door behind her, her only source of light being the altar of candles before her. The glowing flames created a sombre halo to her little prayer room, just for her. Her face was newly and neatly bandaged, almost completely hiding her mauled face.
Damned millennium dog, good thing he perished. A stray thought crept into her mind but she quickly shook it away; no bad thoughts in her room. This was her sanctuary, her place to remember and pray for the only person she truly cared about; her nun.
She crossed herself and knelt on the rug before her, clasping her hands together and started praying.
Hellsing High Ch 22"I swear every other week there's a new student here. Why does the author keep adding more OC's to this fanfic!?" James said to himself as Dok introduced everyone to his daughter Schroden. She had short blone hair that covered her right eye and wore glasses.Hellsing High Ch 225 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Unfortunately the only available seat is next to Mr. Jan Valentine" Dok said pointing to where yawn was sleeping. She smiled and sped right up to the seat next to him.
After class James ran out back to his room and started to play his newest favorite video game Bayonetta. He had beaten the game on every difficulty twice, and continued to play. Rip walked in annoyed "Again James," she sighed "All you've been doing in your free time is play this stupid game"
James tuned her out as he killed a sub boss by shoving it into a press made from Bayonetta's hair. She growled and chucked one of the 360 controllers at him smacking him dead center in the face. She turned and stormed out. James sat up rubbing his face "What the hell
Hellsing High Ch. 5Okay people listen up I have big news! James shouted to the rest of the drama club One of the greatest Shakespearean actors of all time will be attending our next production a series of excited whispers were heard after this statement Thats right after a year and a half of writing letters Sir Ian Mckellen himself will be here! That is why we are starting production a month in advance! This statement was followed by a seiries of loud groans Yes, yes I know you all will be getting ready for the All Hallows Eve Masquerade Ball, I myself am looking forward to it so we will just be casting this week. Then after the Ball we will be absobloodylutely working hard. Got it!Hellsing High Ch. 57 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Yes sir they all replied half not really caring the other half showing some enthusiasm.
Alright now we have to pick what well be doing. Vice Chairmen Laura?
Well I was thinking we could try Carmilla
All in favor? two or
Captain, EpilogueAway from Millennium, a thin, black haired woman nursed her newborn baby in a rocking chair outside. She smiled down at the tiny creature, hoping that one day, itd be a blood sucker like its mother and father. She messed with the babys amazingly thick blonde hair and laughed as it tried to move her hand away. A tall blonde man came up behind the chair and put a hand on the mothers head. He smiled down at the infant, who broke away from her mothers breast and giggled at him.Captain, Epilogue7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rip laughed. Shes a daddys girl alright, she said as she covered herself and handed him the smiling baby. He caressed the little vampire carefully and protectively as she fell asleep in his arms. Have you thought of a name for our little one yet? he whispered. Rip shook her head no. I think you should name her Rosemarie, said a new voice on the edge of the small patio. Both parents looked up to see the also young godfather of their child.
TearsTearsTears5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
something we live with
but seems to me
they make you weak
that's why i hate them
tears make me remember
the times when we were together
the way you made me feel
the way you kissed me
but all that isn't here anymore
the tears keep flowing
i dont know how to stop them
how to stop from hurting
i've been doing that alot
since you've left
since you broke your promise to stay forever
the promise to not let me hurt
to protect me
to hold me tight
promises are meant to be broken
to be shattered
just like my heart
when you were with her
now i'm left to pick up the pieces
tears, i hate
they make you weak
they bring you back
to those sad memories
One of those daysToday I'm suffering.One of those days5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Tears dirtying my face and my life.
Zillions more are going through the same,
it's almost natural,
and yet I feel so alone right now.
Numbers don't help at all.
What now?You say life is lived day by day.What now?5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I say it's too shocking for me to determine a given pattern.
You say the world doesn't stop, that it keeps going around.
I only know that little things make time stop.
But above all, I know I'm grateful that today is not tomorrow
and that tomorrow is a problem I don't have to solve today.
The 27 ClubBrian Jones. Jimmi Hendrix. Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison and Kurt Cobain. Popular, influential musicians with one terrible common factor; they'd all died at the ripe old age of 27. Musicians, who, at their peak, in the prime years of their life, had been cut down by one catastrophic realization: mortality.The 27 Club5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
27 is the age where one thinks they are immortal, invincible, and can take on the world in a fight of the ages and come out grinning. A sort of quest that every rock star wants to accomplish, amplified by that 'live fast, die young' code of being. It was something Luce Worth had pressed onto himself ever since he was old enough to understand what 'Forever 27' meant.
Growing old was not something that appealed to the young Luce Worth. The very notion that one day he may not be able to take care of himself was appalling, sickening, and was quite simply not on his agenda. He took refuge in knowing that other people, people he idolized, felt the same, and rather than face that kind of futu
He Took A Puff, I Took A SipThe sky was grey today. The cold and gloomy weather glued me to the sheets of my bed; its army of laziness tied me down, ensuring I won't get up. I rolled over to my right and faced the open window framing the world outside. I sensed rain approaching.He Took A Puff, I Took A Sip5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The curtains swayed. The wind that blew them reached my face and I somehow shivered.
I curled into a ball, hugged my knees and closed my eyes. I attempted to rest in my private lounge of thoughts, but then I smelled something - a familiar sweet burning scent. I closed my eyes harder, plunging deeper into my thoughts.
A warm hand brushed against my cheek as it pulled back the hair, covering my face, behind my ear.
"Get up," a homely voice said.
I opened my eyes and I saw him - I smiled. He sat by where my feet rests and puffed his cigarette - I knew it; the scent, it was him.
"Put that off. My room will smell." I demanded as I sat down, curling my toes.
He just smiled, gave me a cup of coffee and puffed his cigarette again. I threw him an
Not So CharmingThey say to wait for my Prince CharmingNot So Charming5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But what if I already found him?
What if he just lives one state away,
And is a legitimate prince?
Will I ever be able to move on,
Even though he hurt me so badly?
From what I know,
He wants to go to the same college as I,
Or at least go to the same state
How can I keep living like this?
Hiding in the shadows,
So he doesn't see me cry
I need to do something about this
But how can I?
I hold no power,
He'll never want me
Not like I want him
So what am I supposed to do?
He helped bring me out of one of my darkest times
His gentle hand pulled me out of the hole,
That I had sunk so low into
His simple smile gave me hope
Something that I had not seen in a long time
But I should've seen it coming
He's a drummer
And drummer's never treat me right
So why do I keep falling for them?
Am I destined to stay hurt for eternity?
Or will I find someone I can love,
That will love me back?
Only time will fully tell.
LightMuch of human life,Light5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Akin to dark night, searching
For the smallest light
Hellsing- Outbreak Chp60Heinkel sat in the food court alone with her right elbow on the table and her head resting in her hand. She starred off day dreaming of what it would be like if the invasion never occurred. She would go to church of Yumi, listen to Father Anderson. Maxwell would be there too of course. She thought about her job at the gun store and then Yumis job at the sword store. She sighed to herself knowing that they may never be able to repeat any of that ever again.Hellsing- Outbreak Chp606 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Heinkel glanced around the room and saw Hans sitting alone a few tables over slumped back with his cap pulled down over his eyes. She couldnt tell if he was sleeping or not. She wasnt sure why she didnt notice him before but then again she wasnt paying much attention.
Hans looked so calm sleeping or sitting calmly. He was never worried about the zombies, he never was afraid of them or at least he didnt show any signed that he was. Heinkel liked that in Hans. A lot.
Heinkel felt herse
LIFE AND YOUI was so used to the rain that when the sun came out I felt utter fear and ran away...LIFE AND YOU5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
ShatteredI would break every mirrorShattered5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so I wouldn't see myself,
so I wouldn't tremble with horror,
so I wouldn't ask for help.
She is a monster;
she would rip me open,
she would burn me 'til I shiver,
and she would do it all over again.
Now I have broken every mirror,
every jagged piece is scattered.
But she's everywhere.
Bleak, I wait to be murdered.
AG 250AG 250AG 2507 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Panel 1 (row 1, left)
Rachel sits quietly on a bench outside of school.
Panel 2 (row 1, right)
Rachel looks up slightly at people walking by, she seems a little depressed.
Panel 3 (row 2, full row)
Katie comes running up, looking frantic, Rachel looks over to her in a bored manor.
Katie: Rachel! You can't make me worry so much! You say you're going to do something crazy and don't tell me what it is and then just disappear all night. I tried to call like twenty times but no one at your house knew where you were and lord knows you could have just been dead on the side of the road somewhere beyond help and what the hell happened to your hair!?
Panel 4 (row 3, left)
Rachel motions a calmness with her hands, Katie still looks a little frantic.
Panel 5 (row 3, right)
Katie grabs Rachel's shoulders and shakes her slightly. Rachel looks moderately passive.
Katie: What the hell happened!?
Rachel: It's a long story.
Katie: We've got time. Spill it.
Panel 6 (row 4
I'm No PrincessWhat if Cinderella threw the slipper,I'm No Princess5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Snow White said "Gimmie one more bite"-
And Sleeping Beauty went back to sleep?
What if Rapunzel cut her hair,
Mulan never got found out,
And the princess couldn't feel the pea?
What if Belle ran away,
Ariel decided to not to stay-
And there was no 'Happily Ever After'?
What if they all said no
Just wandered on Home
Left their princes on their knees?
I'm no princess- I have to earn my happily ever after.
There aren't any princes lined up at my door-
I'm not what they call "beautiful".
I'm just me- and that's all I'll ever be.
About A GirlSam.About A Girl5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Everyone calls her Sam. Her real name is Samantha but Samantha is gone now and all that's left is Sam.
She wasn't named after anything special, just a name her mother wrote on a birth certificate. There was only her mother's signature on that worthless piece of crap. Samantha was the outcome of teenagers and whiskey. She was a mistake.
It would be kind of hard to forget being a mistake when your alcoholic mother reminded you night after night. She would then curse your deadbeat father and black out for the night.
When she was little, Samantha used to dream of her father coming back and making everything better. Happily ever after.
But Samantha is gone and Sam doesn't believe in fairy tales.
A Desolate LandscapeSoon this memoryA Desolate Landscape7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
will fade, much
like the night
that harbored a
If an escape
is what you
is forever desired,
calling you back
If, though, the
darkness of the
dream that so
mind does not
release you from
its grasp, what
other ways will
you seek to
At that end,
do you wish
to be granted
than a priest?
your tomb that
seem like wisdom
to those who
grieve, yet his
heart is not
in your corridor....
August 18th, 2008
voidssilence is my only friendvoids5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he is covered by voices
that torture my choices
quivering and shaking
...my fear is near
my fruitful tears
my awakening to this nature
my dreams ripped
like the animals heart
my teeth yet chipped
for this is your hell for me
im grateful its you for the
one I hate most
is the one I only love
OC InfoOC Info4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Kingdom Hearts Character Information
Name (last, first): Wasco, Rachel
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Birthday: April 26
Life Story: Doesn't remember her past much, memories come back in flashes.
Personality: Kind, Wise, Strong, Brave, friendly
Good Habits: Always willing to help out despite being scared.
Bad Habit: biting her nails when nervous
Likes: Hanging out with her friends
Dislikes: Mean people who go out of their way to hurt other people
Fears: Losing her way
Strengths: Friends, inner strength, the light, etc.
Weakness(es): Doing before she thinks
Special Powers/Abilities: Keyblade, Waterbending, Airbending, Earthbending, Firebending,
Silly: Oh, you!
Serious: Don't mess with me and my friends!
Angered: LEAVE MY FRIENDS ALONE!!!
Offended: You don't wanna do that!
Fighting alone: Bring it, punk! I can take ya!
MonsterWhy do I care for him?Monster5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
His hands have been stained with blood from the moment of his birth.
He killed our mother.
He has no love for our father, no love for Kankaro, no love for me. I don't even know if he quite understands what the word means. In some ways, the tattoo he has on his forehead is symbolic. He knows love is there, but he can never quite see it.
Why do I care for him?
He is a monster.
He is powerful, and spoiled, and lonely. He claims that he kills to justify his own existence. If any of us got in his way, I have no doubt that he wouldn't hesitate to kill us too.
He cares for no one and no thing. I don't doubt that he could kill the Kazekage, even, if the mood struck him. Certainly Kankaro and I, even together, would be no match for him. He's powerful. Practically invincible. He is without equal in our village. The Sand's trump card, they call him.
Our downfall, more like.
So why do I care for him?
Why, when I see him screaming in pain as the . . . thing inside him
LightI saw him crying in the corner,Light5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I went over to see why he was so sad.
I looked in his eyes and watched the tears,
I listened as he told me about his dad.
I smelt his pain, so strong and sour,
I took his arm, and stayed an hour.
I felt so weak, as he sobbed on me,
I knew that he deserved to be set free.
I did what I had to do,
I gave him a hug, and held on tight.
I smiled when he looked,
I grinned when his eyes filled with light.
I stepped back, with a bow,
I walked away, not a word I would allow.