Another Mission Gone WrongAnother Mission Gone WrongAnother Mission Gone Wrong6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It was another dark night in the hidden leaf village the only light was of the full moon but even that was hidden by the clouds. And while the villagers all slept soundly two dark figures emerged from an orange light that filled the sky for a mere second then vanished without a trace. The two figures landed on the roof of a random building both looking at the dark streets below.
"So how are we going to do this?" The taller one asked.
"Easy give me the potions and let me do the rest." The shorter more feminine one replied.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"Sure I'm sure why wouldn't I be?" The girl replied.
"Ok, you got it three potions right here." He said handing the potions over to the girl.
"Now its time to get things started." The girl made three clones of herself, all stood patiently awaiting orders. The original girl threw the potions in the air behind her and each of the clones caught one.
"You know what to do, now go and be sure not to get caught!" The origi
New Girl prologueAlfred, Francis, and Ludwig had been sitting there as ______ spoke to them, she had beenNew Girl prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
recounting some events from earlier, and "well it was my boyfriend first I found him...
well cheating on me so I needed a place to stay and saw your add on Craig's List so here
I am". The three men sat in their seats as she spoke, she was so innocent! And well
oblivious to much of what surrounded her. "So can I crash with you?" ______ asked. The
three of them looked at each other, then back at _______, "one moment ma cherie" Francis
says as he pulls Alfred and Ludwig to the corner of the room to debate.
"I say we keep her!" the French man says cheerfully, causing the German to facepalm;
"contrary to what YOU might think girls aren't pets, we can't keep her!" The American
watching them felt absolutely mesmerized by the two other man's conversation points, sure
she was cute but where would she stay exactly? As he wondered
Healing WordsI will heal youHealing Words5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
so let me feel you deeply
let me penetrate your layers
I will get inside you
find your hurt
massage it a bit
I will use my thoughts
to mend those broken wounds
that have haunted you
all this time
I will spread my love
and recapture the beauty
that lies inside
I have healed you
Destiny : One ShotDestiny. Why had I been given that name? Which one of my parents had that name been from? I didn't rightly know. My father had never told me if it was him or my mother, and I had never met my mother. It had never occurred to me to ask, either, until after my father had died. My step-mother didn't know either, though. She had never thought to ask him, either. Not really much of a surprise, since she had never concerned herself with me.Destiny : One Shot6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That was kind of why I couldn't help but wonder about my name. My father had fought to have me all to himself, and then he had never spared me another single second of thought. The woman he had eventually married had never even once bothered to claim she was my mother, just as her children had never even once said themselves to be my siblings. My actual mother I had never known for a day of my life, though I did know that she was something of a prostitute.
And then there was my eyes. My vision had been poor my entire life. Not in a way that glasses could
Book Club : Series"Hey, don't bother talking to him! He won't reply, so it's a waste of breath to speak to him!" he said, detaining his friend to keep him from approaching me.Book Club : Series5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I heard such things said about me all the time. It was true, too. It wasn't like how it sounded, though. Admittedly, I never spoke to anyone. Not a single word. It wasn't because I was anti-social or mean-spirited or self-centered, though. I just couldnt speak. No, I wasnt mute. I was capable of speech. I just wasnt capable of speaking English. I could understand it perfectly when I read it or heard it, but I couldnt speak a word of English to save my life.
My mouth just refused to get with the program. I had actually been able to speak minor amounts of English before. But when my family had unexpectedly moved and I had been forced to transfer schools in the middle of my first year of high school, my ability to speak English had apparently been left behind in the rush to relocate. It had been a year si
DarlingYou turned on your laptop and set it down in my lap, and I stared into the screen as thousands of images and lines of text zoomed before my eyes. How did you always do this?Darling6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Soon, everything blended together into one big blur, and the next thing I knew, I was laying on the floor beneath a mass of old, worn blankets and sheets.
I smiled and rolled over, looking out the window toward the sky. The stars were bright tonight...
The breeze was warm, and my heart was happy.
I could feel your bones as they poked through your clothes and jabbed at me.
It used to irritate me before, but now it's become my way of knowing if I've ever stopped dreaming-the feeling of the rough fabric of your jeans as they brush against my skin.
I knew you were there. It wasn't time to wake up yet....
You would never sleep before, but now you've somehow broken free of your insecure stage of not allowing me see you with your eyes closed.
I've become rather fond of your innocent, helpless state as I wake to it each ni
Nobody's Angel : One Shot"He's just a child!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.Nobody's Angel : One Shot6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"He's a devil!" he roared at the top of his lungs.
"I don't care! I won't have you lay a single hand nor feather to him! You won't touch a hair on his head!" I shouted furiously, continuing to stand with arms and wings spread wide to block the child from the others.
He is guilty! He must be dealt with! he shouted furiously.
He is not guilty! Use your sense! You your wings! I dont even have to try to sense it for me to feel in my feathers that this boy is innocent! I shouted back just as furiously.
"Brial, damnit, move! You're making a scene!" he snapped, not having a good argument against my words.
"I am not! The scene is being made by you! The crime scene! Your attempted assault is absolutely uncalled for! There's not a single sign around that this boy caused the damage to the palace!" I shouted back even more furiously than he.
"I don't care what number prince you are, Brial! You have no authority w
The Goddess of TGThe Goddess of TGThe Goddess of TG3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When the letter arrived with the rest of the mail, I had my head pressed against the wall. It wasn't some yoga or pilates thing. It was a frustration thing. With myself.
Just a few feet away, I had my hobby shelves. They were arranged in a mottled pattern with some shelves done and others missing. Many leaned dangerously to the side. Not a style choice.
First volumes of mangas and anime DVDs on one level. Scraps of knitting right below that. Dust swaddled "greats" of literature to the side. Juggling balls of assorted colors (none of them matching). A folder of sketched figures often missing legs and arms. A camera with a half-finished roll of film. Pristine cookbooks
I turned my attention back to the wall. Any of one of them could be useful for this free-time I had. But my attention drifted between them without settling on any.
Eventually, I made my way over to my computer and decided to check on a recent poem I'd started. With a deep breath, I set my sho
TornTorn5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He felt the magic in his hands
and tasted the echo of colors
as his fingers ached across the keys
loving them like children
and notes filled the space
falling to the floor
echoing on the wood
the resonance of too many years
haunting the room
the tune trembling on his fingers
broke his heart
and swelled the ears
of all those who heard
the music of the torn.
Play It AgainRogers had no clue what had come over him.Play It Again2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Wait, where had he been? Ah, right, he had been listening to General Fury's introduction to the helicarrier. Steve felt ready to laugh at himself. This futuristic device had more in common with something he would have seen in the realm of science fiction films as a kid. It was really saying something, considering the HYDRA technology he had come in contact with in the past. But this…This was incredible. The size of the ship, the intricacies, the endless hustle and bustle on board, and the highly-advanced sciences involved…It was breathtaking. Not to mention that Fury was also relaying important information about their upcoming task. Considering Stark only listened half the time, it was imperative to listen, lest the Captain had to clean up a certain billionaire's mess down the line.
Focus, he had to focus.
Still, it was so enticing not to as his eyes followed Agent Romanoff. Natasha could give him nothing with her voluptuous figu
Tel Avivs EsplanadeTel Aviv's EsplanadeTel Avivs Esplanade5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I drove by the esplanade
all through Tel Aviv
up till Jaffas docs,
right near the ancient clocktower,
thinking to myself
(not without hesitating first)
this is a beautiful day to be alive.
The DriveSitting here in this pointless office, I wander in my mind to different places, different times, different worlds. Somehow it feels like the world is trying to erase my ambition, creativity and ability to touch other people. I dont know what to do with myself anymore, it is frustrating to not think that you are a machine, typing and pressing gray buttons to the rhythm of the ticking clock.The Drive6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Some low whispered empty conversations, annoying mechanical phone rings, the night is falling down so fast you cant even see it coming. The windows are so dark you cannot feel the real difference between day and night, its all the same here, all the same.
A girl approaches me, bends a little on my desk, smiling. She says shes from Human Resources, wants to interview me about the workers conditions. I nod as I log off my user and detach off the keyboard. She leads me into a small room, round table, two chairs and a little laptop sitting quietly, humming to itself.
She asks me a
history, carried onLindbergh dwells, voyeurhistory, carried on5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
of myths that climb like eagles
in dreams of young minds.
DBuilding SmutHe was kissing me. That was the only logical thought I could process. He was kissing me. His lips were moving against mine with an impatient aggression that made my knees weak and my heart race. The wall behind me and his weight against me were the only things holding me up, and one of his legs was pressing between mine. My mind was racing at a speed that I couldn't follow, jagged ideas and muffled observations leaping past me until I couldn't understand what was going on. I was acting impulsively, my hands resting against his chest and my tongue brushing against his without consulting my mind. I felt it shut down, no longer required in this situation.DBuilding Smut7 years ago in Erotic More Like This
I was kissing Day Clancy. That I could understand. I was kissing a tall, warm, sweaty eighteen-year-old boy in the theater department stairway. The cement wall was behind me, he was in front of me, and that was all I could comprehend. I was far too aware of his damp blond curls against my forehead, and the zipper of his jeans rubbing aga
Bucky x Reader MesmereyesingYou were seated on your comfy sofa, rugged up in a blanket and bored out of your mind. Rain hammered against the roof of your house, sloshing over the windows like there was no tomorrow. Bucky, your flatmate―of sorts―of five and a half months sat opposite in an armchair, brow furrowed as he read yet another World War 2 book. Why he seemed to be so obsessed with that time period, you had no clue. You had asked him once. He hadn’t replied.Bucky x Reader Mesmereyesing3 months ago in Romance More Like This
Bucky didn’t talk to you much, but he had a kind of silent charm that made you feel warm inside. You remembered the day he had shown up at your door well.
It was late at night, it had been storming very badly and the power was out. An explosive crack of thunder woke you from your sleep and kept you awake. You had just got up to make yourself a hot drink when you heard the knocking at your door. You paused, waiting until you heard it again before acting. Your house was in the middle of a small forest and well out of anyone’
sickDeath slouches over the edge of her bed, licking his lips as he caresses her thighs. He sings the noise of wind and rain crashing all around and her head throbs with the sound. Her head is hot. Her forehead is on fire and her cheeks catch alight with it. She burns silently and sees red, red, black.sick6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Tiny insects have crawled beneath her fingernails and they dig with tiny claws and teeth until they are swarming beneath her skin, biting outward at her flesh. Each vertebrae carries bruises and as she tosses her body about the bed they ache loudly and sharply.
All the heat has rushed to her face, her body shakes like a leaf in wind and goosebumps make known on every limb. I am dying, she tells herself- she can hardly hear this amongst the sound of hornets and the pressure in her head, but death smiles.
Her voice is lost. She calls aloud for someone and only death can make out the words. She cannot swallow, she can no longer move. Her hands desperately comfort her skin and she feels it like
Hipster Thorki - Drunk and Drugged (Chapter 1)Hipster Thorki - Drunk and Drugged (Chapter 1)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Loki stood grabbing his back and walking up to the counter gently stepping on the tall man's foot grabbing a cover for his coffee cup than leaving the cafe smirking.
The tall man took off his sunglasses, it was Thor as he quickly payed for his coffee than darted out of the cafe following the pale skinny man.
Loki made his way home as he pulled his keys out of his bag unlocking the door and slowly opening it.
"Oh do you need something...?" Loki asked turning and looking at the tall muscular man in front of him, "I'm not an idiot and I know you were following me home" Loki said taking off his sunglasses.
Thor took off his sunglasses as well, "I knew it was you brother" Thor smiled.
"I was never your brother!" Loki growled walking into his apartment and slamming the door in Thor's face.
But just in time Thor put his foot in the door.
Loki growled opening the door, "leave before I hit you!" Loki growled as Thor gently pushed him back.
Loki growled, "get out of my apartment!" Loki shouted.
VO - Kai x Alice storyIt was 5 am, the most boring time for a night at the bar, Kai would've gone home, but his shift lasted till 7 am. It's the time when people start falling asleep on tables and couches, drunk girls start crying and whining about their stupid boyfriends and everything becomes even more depressing.VO - Kai x Alice story2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"If I buy you a beer, will stop looking so freaking depressed?" a girl sat next to Kai, who was just staring at nothing and pretty much sleeping with his eyes opened.
"Did somebody say "beer"?" he yawned, turning to look at the unknown to him girl. She had short dip dyed hair, which looked damn bad ass turning from white to black at the ends. And that's what made Kai pay some attention to her.
"And you are ?"
"I'm Alice, nice to meet you, Kai" her eyes didn't seem to be happy seeing him at all. They had this predatory gaze as if she offered Kai to buy poison instead of beer.
"How do you uh, shit, I always forget about this stupid thing" the security guy pointed at his badge.
Prologue ProloguePrologue6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
No being should ever have to succumb to this much pain.
No being should ever have to witness this much destruction.
No being should ever have to live and be tortured like they are...
The waxing moon cast eerie shadows as it shone through the slit of a window into the room. The walls, and even the floor, glistened and sparkled as the light hit them, the whole room seeming like some kind of magical cave. The great, barred door looked out onto a dim staircase that receded into the darkness above. In the back corner, as far away from both the window and door as possible, a number of figures sat hunched in the darkness. Their faces were hidden in shadow, the outlines of their bodie
The story of Jimmy. Chapter1.The cold, lonely corridor held nothing but bad memories. Memories that people had tried to forget and memories that had sent people to the brink of insanity. The white walls made the whole place look unbearably clean. Many people came here, not as many left. For some people its a work place, others its a nightmare. Little Jimmy couldnt help but let a tear drop from his sad eyes. He was here again. The nightmare land. His fear was that he would be the person who never returned.The story of Jimmy. Chapter1.6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Little Jimmy felt a firm hand gasp his small shoulder Itll be okay son. stated his father. Little Jimmy let his feet guide his way up the familiar corridor, his eyes were directed at the floor. He couldnt help being upset. He was too young to realise that maybe this place could save him rather than hurt him, but after several years of coming here and being used as a pin cushion Jimmys mind had other thoughts.
Teenage Surrogates from SpaceTeenage Surrogates from Space5 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Rachel Tamarack was in her early 20s, chestnut hair with large brown eyes to match. She was average height and in her own words could stand to lose a few pounds. She was a typical college student. She made straight Bs, lived in a small apartment and, like every other student, was worried about upcoming finals.
But that would have to wait. She glanced at her wrist watch anxiously. Another wave of pain hit causing her to twist in her seat. Pressing a button on her watch, she called, "Rachel to mothership. 0137 arrival imminent. Requesting immediate retrieval."
Rachel took the remaining moments to caress her swollen belly. 0137, who she had dubbed Michael, was soon to arrive and the process would begin anew. She thought back to how it had began.
It was Rachel's last year of high school. She wasn't a naturally smart girl. She had to earn every grade she got with late nights at the library. This Friday night was no exception. Miss Willias, the head librarian, had finally managed to