5k Kiriban - Starring YOU pt.1ONCE upon a time, among the vast realms of The Internets, there lay the grey-scale kingdom of deviantART. This land, rich with its own culture, joys, despairs, and drama, was home to one Elf, an Elf also called Puck, which made about as much sense as anything else on The Internets, since the real Puck was a Sprite.5k Kiriban - Starring YOU pt.16 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
One day, this Elf and her twin-slash-partner-in-crime ZuZu found themselves bored out of their minds. For lack of any creative capacity, they found themselves lounging on a couch, eating chips and watching House. Both the Elf and ZuZu agreed that House possessed a certain kind of ranting old genius charm, despite the part that he was old. As soon as the House episode concluded they found themselves growing stir-crazy again. Luckily, at that moment, there sounded a knock on the door.
With a tired sigh, the Elf extricated her sorry hide from the Davenport and scraped her feet along the carpet until she reached the door. Th
TwelveThe Darkness Rips and TearsTwelve7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I lost my soul"
She sat outside, underneath one of the many trees nearby the cafe. Even though it was pitch-black under the tree, and fairly cool, Yuni didn't even seem to notice. Red eyes gleamed in the dark, staring at nothing. Whispered words, no...singing, was carried on the wind, echoing faintly around the area.
"Down the rabbit hole"
A soft scrrrtch-scrrrtching could be heard faintly, keeping time with the song of the damned. Moonlight filtered through the leaves, shining on silvery claws and white flower petals, petals tainted with red blood.
"Where the darkness rips and tears"
A single petal, half white, half crimson, completely shredded down the center, was caught on a sudden gust of wind. It floated away, unnoticed by the insane creature below the tree.
"The rabbit white"
The little gust of wind played with the flower petal, whirling and dashing it about, mixing it with the haunted song that it also
Innocent KissWhen I was young, but not too young to feelInnocent Kiss6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I met a man, a boy, and felt a strange appeal
We talked, and joked, a day-to-day routine
Some laughs, some fun, and all things in between.
Time passed and soon, our time was drawing nigh
For us to spread our wings, to grow up and to fly
And he'd be gone; religion drew him far
From our home, my hopes, from my favored star.
Butterflies kissed my guts each time that he drew near
As the days mounted, so too would grow my fear
That'd I'd do something stupid, that I would act
Instead of think, unable to take it back.
The want consumed me, pulling from within
'Twas the first time I felt it, and only near him.
I wanted to kiss him, stand up on my toes
Press my lips to his. Breathing nose-to-nose.
I never did. I respected him too much.
At last came his departure day, and as such
There he was, at my door, more than I could hope
And I just stood there gaping; barely could I cope.
He smiled, shrugged in that sheepish way he h
SRBS - The Permission SlipBill. Bill. Bank statement. Junk. Bill.SRBS - The Permission Slip6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Will sat at the kitchen table in a hastily-buttoned-up pajama shirt and grey sleeping pants, his golden hair spilling messily about his shoulders rather than held back in the ponytail he normally wore these days. To his right sat a half-eaten cheese Danish and a glass of orange juice. The bored expression in his golden eyes seemed to indicate that the pale man needed coffee, nevermind that he would never touch the stuff.
Another bill. Damn, is it that close to the fifteenth already? Wait whats this?
The envelope was addressed to The Parents of Lynn Ophelia Morokobi. The return address label indicated that it was from her high school. They never try to pander through the mail this time of year Intrigued, Will slid his finger under the envelopes seal and neatly tore it open.
Emo PoetryFor the longest time I never understoodEmo Poetry6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How privileged kids, middle class
Kids from wealthy families
Could ever, with any real reason
Have anything to BITCH about.
They live in a world that isnt
The real world, who sees their lives
As a fairy tale, something unreal;
Their Volvos and five TVs are luxuries
Too dear for the rest of the planet.
But those kids with fishnet gloves
Boys with eyeliner, girls with chains
Hair curtaining half a face
Are lumped in with kids
Who might actually be sad.
Who might actually be angry.
Who might actually have problems.
Even though problems are relative;
Humans are limited and know only
The scope of their experience
The problems can still be severe.
Depression is nothing to joke about.
Were talking kids who cut,
Self-destructive kids whove
Lost sight of what childhood means.
No matter what the cause:
Be it that the kid feels unloved
That theyre actually abused
Or that their world suffocates
Their sense of self-expression,
If the r
OneJust Like HumansOne7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
What is she to you?
Hm? Will looked over at Edward, his head rolling on the tree trunk against which he sat. Ed stood in front of the other boy, looking down at him with a grave expression.
Satzuni. What is Satzuni to you?
Will blinked at the question. On such a warm, lazy, sunny afternoon, the last thing he had been expecting was an inquiry in such a serious tone.
But once Edward Elric got a thought into his head, he would follow through with it with a bulldogs tenacity, no matter what the circumstances. Eds stance was square as he looked down at his counterpart, waiting for an answer.
A gentle smile blossomed on Wills face. Not the answer you were expecting, huh. A girlfriend, a lover, a sister, a motherthats the sort of thing you were looking for, wasnt it? Now l
LamentPlease let me be selfishLament6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Please let me be strange.
I cant let go of this
I dont want to change.
Ever since my eyes were opened
Youve been there by my side
Youre strong, youre free, youre hoping
Youre my partner and my pride.
And sometimes you feel the weight of the world
On your shoulders
But youre running faster, and leaping higher
As you get older
Please just say you feel
What I think you feel
Please, just tell me
What I want to hear
I know that its inside of you
Its been there all along
So please, I beg, dont make me
Have to sing this song
Please let me be selfish
(I can hear you breathing)
Please let me be strange.
(I want to see you sleeping.)
I wont let go of this
(Feel your heart beating)
And I dont want to change.
(Show me your meaning.)
Just tell me that you think of me
As I think of you
I couldnt stand to see you look at me
Like it was something new
You know what Im about to say
An Unsent LetterDespite how long weve been together, there are still many things we havent told each other, about ourselves, about our lives. I havent told you half of my own story, but I cant anymore. Not now that I know how much you care. The scientist in you probably burns to know; the doctor in you probably raves with curiosity at the very fact that I exist. But telling is too hardfor you, my dearand ignorance is bliss.An Unsent Letter6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Yet I feel like I owe you some of that hidden knowledge, ever since you let those words slip. I must admit, you truly caught me off guard. That doesnt happen often, so I suppose congratulations should be in order.
You never told me that you heard stories about me when you were a child. You asked me if I was upset about that and I answered with all honesty, no. But it is slightly unnerving, in its own way.
I know who told the stories, so I dont real
A Big Fat SurprisePlace your bets.A Big Fat Surprise6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Five high-rollers seated around a green felt table waited with the utmost patience as the dealers hands flashed. Swf-swf-swf; the sounds of the cards sliding from fingers to table was the only noise in the dim, high-ceilinged room.
A pregnant silence choked the air better than cigar smoke could as the players read their hands.
Clouded golden eyes roved over each player as they called out their intentions.
Five thousand. A thick, dark hand pushed forward a stack of chips before flitting back to its cards.
Lawrence Lujon. The Gentleman. Prides eyes lingered over the tuxedo-clad, deep-voiced, broad-shouldered, African-American Slayer, trying out of habit to read his expression. But Lujons dark-eyed gaze was just as stony as Prides; no Poker player worth his salt could be anything otherwise.
Call. A puff of smoke accompanied the female
Only Three and a HalfIm not sure how old I am.Only Three and a Half6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Kensi guesstimates Im somewhere between 3 and 3 and a half, now. Guesstimates, ha. Thats one of those funny words-that-arent-words that Kensi uses sometimes. I think she said she got that one from her father. I should like to meet him someday.
Whats wrong with me? Just a few words and Im already rambling. I cant really think, I think. Its hard.
This happens sometimes. Sometimes my mind will Disconnect without me knowing, and Ill just see the signs. Sometimes I can control the Disconnects, even to varying degrees. Degrees. Thought that was a word for temperature. How do I know all these words? Kensi doesnt even say them all that often.
I hate the Gate.
I hear music. Its fast music. Fast, hard, pounding. I cant stop it
HiA pt 2: ConsequencesHearts in AmestrisHiA pt 2: Consequences7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 2: Consequences
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
The sound jolted Kelsey to half-consciousness. Her heart hopped, her eyelids fluttered, and her whole form twitched. A half-formed thought sparked through her slumbering mind.
A sound. Someones coming.
She froze, going stiff with caution, holding her breath so as not to make a sound.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
Slowly, her frazzled brain got a grip on reality, and she realized what the sound was.
Its my watch. Ticking. My freakin watch.
A soft snort escaped the slumped girls form, a tired prelude to a laugh. She smiled blearily, cracking her eyes open.
Kelsey leaned forward, wincing as she straightened from the slouched sitting position she had slept in. A bookshelf was not the kindest thing to one
Nothing Gold Can StayNature's first green is gold,Nothing Gold Can Stay6 years ago in Horror More Like This
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
A high, mirthless cackle echoed through the underground chamber, shrieks and peals of laughter rolling off the stone walls. It was the laugh of victory, the laugh of sadistic pleasure, the laugh of a Sin.
Another crack of flesh-on-flesh sounded as once again, Envys fist collided with Wills face. Blood spurted over the floor in an arc.
Wills head lolled limply on his neck in the wake of the blow. His golden hair, soaked with blood and sweat, dangled in a curtain of clumps over his face. His wrists were bound in chains bolted securely to the stone wall behind him, and though his feet touched the ground, he didnt put any weight on them. One of his legs looked badly mutilated, the shin-bo
SAINW - WhiteThe change was sudden, abrupt. Flicking the switch on the wall to his right filled the blackened basement with white, artificial light and the low hum of Tesla power. Off came the boots, set on the bare concrete side-by-side. Off came the white belt and the dark blue fighting gi, meticulously folded and set beside the boots on the edge of the room. The pale lights cast a lonely wash over the empty grey basement and made the clone's ivory skin appear even paler.SAINW - White2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
His bare feet made no more noise than a cat's paws as they rolled over the concrete, passing over flecks of dried saline and dark red. He stopped in the dead center of the room and closed baby-blue eyes against the room's harsh, man-made glow.
One deep breath in. One deep breath out. In. Out. In. Out.
Mind flickering through images long-burned into the brain. Stances. Katas. Grip-shifts.&
HiA pt 1: SurvivalHearts in AmestrisHiA pt 1: Survival7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 1: Survival
Crap crap, oh crap oh crap oh crap...
The short young womans long brown braid bounced against her back as she hurried through the streets, pretending to fiddle with her glasses as an excuse to keep her head down, to keep her face out of sight. Her purse was big enough that she had been able to slip the orange inside and still zip the bag shut, but she was almost certain the shopkeeper had caught a glimpse of her face at the last moment.
Crappity craptastic crap
Her low, panicked mutterings were the only thing driving her steps quickly enough to get away, the only thing keeping her sugar-deprived brain focused on contingency plans should something go awry with her escape.
Eight days. It had been eight days since she had arrived in Amestris. Eight days since she had woken up in some dingy back alley with a splitting headache and no
ThirteenSoothing RainThirteen7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Are you sure about this?"
"Then what the hell are we doing here?"
"Because he's the best. They say that this guy is the reason why the bloodsuckers are an endangered species now."
A scoff. "Endangered my ass. Just because they've been wiped out of most major cities doesn't mean they can't hide out in the sticks."
"Keep your damn voice down. He's a very private person. Doesn't like much noise."
There was a knock on the door.
Dull tawny eyes flitted up at the noise, narrowing only slightly. With a careful, methodical slowness, he replaced the battered blue ribbon in the spine of the book and gently closed the leather cover. "Come in."
The door opened, revealing two men in their early thirties, each engulfed by large trenchcoats. The sky behind them still glowed faintly with the last traces of daylight, though the ominous black thunderheads blanketin