Kick 'n Kiss _Inception fic_ "Arthur, we don't need a new Extractor!"Kick 'n Kiss _Inception fic_5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ariadne was trying to catch up with him through a typical mid-May tourist flock, all ogling the Parisian landmarks lining the Champs Élysées. It was partly due to said tourist flock that she was trailing behind him. She blamed the other half of the problem on the fact that he had told her to look nice"But I always look nice." "Nicer."for this "meet and greet" (which, in Arthurese tended to mean "coercion"), and she had subsequently made the terrible decision to wear a pair of turquoise Mary-Jane heels that, while slightly less painful than the ordinary formal women's shoes, were still Hell on Earth to walk in, and she was running.
Also, Arthur was walking quickly.
And, finally, he stopped walking and turned around to giv
Dreamscape _an Inception fic_ Ariadne was slumped in one of the crappy chaise, the pseudo-IV trailing away from her wrist and over the arm of the chair.Dreamscape _an Inception fic_5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It had been six months, Arthur realized, since he had seen her. It suddenly felt like a long time, and though he was never one to yearn, he had to admit that he had missed her. Fortunately, Eames wasn't there to ridicule him for the softening of his features as he settled a hand on her arm.
He would be lying to himself if he pretended that he hadn't grown inordinately fond of the sleeping woman. Her emphatic gestures when she spoke, the unrivaled creativity and stunning subtlety with which she manipulated and built dreams, the way her hair framed her facethey had all been reminders of how close she had managed to come to things he rarely let people near. Things like his heart and his emotions, things that he tended to keep as f
MomentsShe loved to watch him sleep. Always a deep, dreamless sleep. She could not help but run her fingers along his relaxed jaw, his smooth forehead, the sharp lines of his cheeks. The normally taut features of his face, which remained even while he was dreaming, faded, and she could imagine his eyes; soft and smiling. She watched the deep, even rise and fall of his chest, his slow, steady pulse beat in his neck, felt his warm breath against her hand. He reached an arm out, searching, and she watched it wander until it found her ribs. He pulled himself closer, entangling their legs, a content sigh escaping him, and she could not help but smile, her fingers brushing through the edge of his hair. She lifted her head from her pillow, bent over, kissed his forehead. She rolled over and he unconsciously pulled her against his chest, burying his nose in her hair, his hand finding hers and intertwining their fingers. A few mumbled half words slipped between his lips, lost in her hair, but still heMoments5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Call Me FaceacheMello yellow and purple hazeCall Me Faceache5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Mountain dew and demon days
If sex is bad, is love okay?
Just call me Faceache
Salmonella and beef chow mein
Stumbling through the halls of Penn State
Tell the cops that's not my name
Just call me Faceache
Trembling fingers spread out on strings
Shoes on power lines dangling
Crooked glasses don't mean a thing
When your soul sees everything
Go the Distance and eat some Cake
Set your speedial to Kurt Cobain
The room spins faster as of late
Just call me Faceache
Borrow steal and give and take
Be a winner and lose the game
Falling up the down staircase
Just call me Faceache
Throw me in the wash machine
Spin me till my past is clean
If there's a god, he'll save the queen
But my suite in hell is VIP
Mello yellow and purple haze
Mountain dew and demon days
If sex is bad, is love okay?
Just call me Faceache
Dancing Through LifeWilbur bent over his weekend post-algebra homework as he sat at a desk that had been moved into the garage. He tapped his slick black hair with his pencil and sighed. I hate this crummy homework.Dancing Through Life7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He continued working as he heard Alexs hoverboard crash into the wall, as usual. He and Carl were starting to think they should put a sign up on the wall reading, ALEX CRASH HERE in big letters, since it was happening more frequently now.
Having trouble with post-algebra, eh? She remarked as she appeared over his shoulder and made him jump.
Youve gotta stop sneaking up on me like that! He exclaimed. She snickered. No can do, Mr. Time Cop. Today she was wearing her large hooded sweater that had dark colored sleeves and a bright blue body, fading jeans, and her black sneakers. Her hair was tied up in its usual ponytail and a chargeball cap sat itself upon her head. She pulled over a chair, sitting herse
HTC: "Lucy""Schroeder Loves Lucy"HTC: "Lucy"6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
By: Jade Lightning, a.k.a. Inuyashas-hanyougirl
So much had changed, even when so much stayed the same.
Unfortunately the things that should have stayed the same, had not.
No one can ever replace her.
It was the first day of summer. After weeks of exams, final projects, graduations, and farewell parties, finally the first morning had arrived where the gang could sleep in. Baseball could finally get into full swing after early spring games warmed everyone up for the big season. Everyone could relax and do their favorite things.
Though they had all grown up, almost seniors in high school, some things stayed the same.
Charlie Brown, who still sported a mostly bald head, looked forward to this being their biggest baseball season yet. They were still one of the worst teams around, but as everyo
Why People Hate Christians(Sorry I know it's kinda long, but please read!)Why People Hate Christians9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The reason people hate God.
I got off the phone today with my very best friend
Who hates Christianity more then I can comprehend
And more and more everyday I meet people just like him.
I sit back and wonder why Christians are completely blind
They think its people's lack of knowledge of God's grace
But that's not what I find.
I see now why people's fires are so dangerously dim.
It's because of us. The hypocritical Christians.
The most contaminated cure the world has ever known.
We call ourselves Christians.
But Jesus would turn away
Most of us I see today
People hate God
People hate Christ
They blaspheme the Spirit.
Because of us.
A woman with a sinful past wanted to change her life
And wanted to become a devoted a follower of Christ.
Despite the things she used to do and her friend's protests
Her sinful past left her little money and choices of what to wear
But she smiled and knew God knew her heart and didn't care.
She walked toward
Box of NeedlesHORRIBLE SPYxSCOUT FANFIC. DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU WANT TO HATE ME.Box of Needles5 years ago in Post-Teen (Mature) More Like This
I was going out for my morning cigarette. It was horribly cold out. Since it had snowed last night, there was a fresh, bright blanket of white covering the surroundings, undisturbed if not for the imprint of tiny footprints. I could see him running in the distance as I pulled out my lighter and welcomed the sweet taste of smoke.
The scout ran every morning, no matter what the conditions. It was as admirable as it was stupid. He was obviously struggling just to complete a lap. And in such an inappropriate outfit for such weather! Yet...he still looked ahead with the same intensity in those piercing blue eyes of his. There was something that always seemed to drive the boy forward. For this reason, he fascinated me. We always crossed paths this time of morning; the Scout to do something productive and me to soothe my addiction. The boy would always chastise me for this, and tell me pointless stories about how his mother di
Box of Needles 2HORRIBLE SPYxSCOUT fanfiction. Do not read unless you want to hate me.Box of Needles 25 years ago in Post-Teen (Mature) More Like This
this time it's in scout's perspective herpderp
It had been weeks since I'd spoken to the spy. After that morning, how could I even look him in the face? I felt disgusted with myself and that horrible moment of weakness. He was good at breaking down people's defenses...And that pissed me off more than anything. He sure knew how to talk...Every little foreign word he whispered in my ear was like a fucking hot sweat. I let him hold me, I actually let him. I eased against him, breathing in the scent of his faded cologne and cigarette smoke, as he fucking talked me up in a language I didn't even understand. He kissed my neck, deliberately letting his hot breath drive me crazy. Who did that spy think he was?? But, no...When the I really thought about it, I brought it upon myself, too...
And why did I still think about it? After a whole month, it was still in my head as much as it had been the moment it happened. Even in t
The Bombs...President Jonathan Rhymanthium Zeighermac hung himself this morning after having an emergency three a.m. meeting during which he gave the green-light on the subject of dropping an arsenal of nuclear bombs on China, North Korea, and Iran. He is one of the first, and the few, to die before the end. There was no remorse.The Bombs...4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
At 0315 hours, President Zeighermac hung himself inside his office. Forty-five minutes later, a couple of his aids found him swinging just above his solid oak desk. This prompts the immediate swearing-in of Vice-President Joesph Jeremy Johnson, a direct descendent from former President Lyndon B. Johnson. A small blip in the radar gets registered off the East Coast at 0445 hours Eastern Time and goes unnoticed by the sleeping soldier manning his post. Vice-President Johnson is officially President at 0512 hours. After a couple of hours of meetings with President Zeighermac's Cabinet and the Joint Chie
Albert Wesker's PsycheAlbert Wesker's Psyche4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Albert Wesker's Psyche
---And understanding women's love for Assholes---
I've written a psyche on the Joker and now I will write one about Albert Wesker from the Resident Evil game series. Many men and guy friends in my life have approached me with the question that dumbfounds them about why so many women fall for assholes or classic fictional badassies like Albert Wesker. Well today I'm going to answer that question for you because the same question confounded me for years too until I found myself falling for the same type of guy. The reason us women fall for guys like that believe it or not has NOTHING to do with them being an asshole. No one likes an asshole because of one reason: "the golden rule". Even self loving egotistic bastards don't enjoy being treated like crap even if they treat others like that. It's just a universal feeling. The typical asshole usually has the personality of an alpha-male.
Wisegeek.com: In human societies alpha male can
FireBreather:First ImpressionsThey called me a hero. A defender and savior of the human race. But I was nothing of the sort. I had betrayed my kind to be with the one I loved. Just his name turned something on inside me, and made me restless like a tiger trapped in a cage. He was truly kind and gentle, so different than what the world made him to bea monster. A bloodthirsty, mindless, heartless beast that lusted for the blood of humans. He was the mighty King of the Kaiju. Lord Belloc. He never wished for the harm of humans, but they had waged war on him and his kind. He was forced to choose between regression or survival. Of course, he chose survival.FireBreather:First Impressions4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We had met several years ago when I was just studying to become a fighter-pilot. I was only 19 at the time, and was still fairly ignorant of the dangers of the world. I learned this on my first day on the job.
Inception - AxA - ImperfectionImperfectionInception - AxA - Imperfection4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Inception (c) Christopher Nolan
She was walking through the workshop, sketches of the latest maze designs that he'd requested in hand, off to get approval for them so that she could move on to the architectural detailing. The margins of the pages were littered with doodles of buildings and some side notes about whatever popped into her head that might help her improve things later on. It was how she did things; all her ideas had to be written down somewhere and that meant that they'd end up everywhere. On the other hand, he never worked like that. He always had a specific place to put each note, each detail, and he was always precise about each thing he did. She often wondered how he could stand having to keep everything so perfect, but sometimes she'd catch a glimpse of him stealthily pulling crinkled slips of paper out of his pockets, despite his keeping a small notepad with h
Princess Of The Haunted WoodsPrincess Of The Haunted Woods5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Princess of the Haunted Woods
Once long ago there existed a small kingdom nestled deep within the haunted woods. Though the whole of the kingdom was humble and pious they were also very proud of the land their ancestors had taken from the phantoms; a host of terrifying specters that once roamed those lands in great number. It eventually came to pass during the week of the fall harvest festival, their greatest holiday, that a strange creature suddenly appeared before the thrones of the revered old King and his young daughter the Princess Celadorn; fairest maiden in the land.
The creature resembled a slimy black lizard no larger than a kitten, with a very long tail. It's most distinguishing feature was its enormous boomerang shaped head that was as wide as its body was long, it bore a piercing set of golden orbs near the tip of its nose that were his eyes. The King's hosts became deathly quiet with apprehension at the things sudden appearance.
The creature licked its chops and regard
OCD is...OCD is:OCD is...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Balto: Puppy Days, Chapter 1Balto: Puppy DaysBalto: Puppy Days, Chapter 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Notes: I was browsing this site, and came across an absolutely adorable picture of Balto as a puppy by Kelev, and I thought that I could use it to write a story. Please enjoy!
Note: This fic takes place a month or so after the original Balto, and will, for the most part, disregard the sequels, because I feel they sort of take away from the magic of the original.
Things had never been better.
This was the thought that was running through Baltos mind as he strolled about Nome, with Jenna at his side. Ever since the medicine run a month earlier, the entire town, humans and dogs alike, had had their perspectives of Balto completely changed; while they had once shunned him and rejected him because of his wolf heritage, they now treated him as a hero in light of his bravery and successful delivery of the medicine. Balto chuckled quietly as he thought of some of the things he had heard from the other dogs, as well as his own sled team. They ran the gamut from exaggerat
The Birth of Duncan'It was the last day of the war between humans and the giant monsters: Kaiju. But to me it was more than just history. It's family history.'The Birth of Duncan2 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
A woman with short red hair looked through her car mirror and saw the chaos unfold. The king of all monsters was destroying the city, breaking down buildings, burning stores, throwing cars, and basically reeking havoc throughout the land. Crowds and crowds of people ran past her car trying to get away from the coming danger. Screaming was heard along as loud growling and large footsteps approaching, causing the ground to shake and cracks to be made. Hell was heading her way.
Instincts told the woman to get out of the car and flee. To save her life and get as far away from the incoming danger before it was too late, but for some reason, she couldn't. She knew she should be afraid -no terrified even, but for some reason, she wasn't. Not even in the least bit. In fact, she was the complete opposite. Instead of being filled with fear, she was filled w
When Blue Meets GreenExhale.When Blue Meets Green5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This isn't a dream;
Though the lofty clouds seem too serene,
Though yearning lips seem too pristine,
I won't wake up when blue meets green.
An ocean of silver stars between you and I,
The motion of passing cars give life to the night sky.
Gazing upwards I breathe in and close my eyes,
wondering if I'll ever get a hello, let alone goodbyes.
Your sweet voice echoes through where a heart should beat,
Stolen away, in a locked-box shall it ever be,
Rusted, forgotten, forever locked inside of me,
or so I had thought - until I found the key.
This isn't a dream.
LogicLogicLogic5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who are you?
If I am me,
And they are them.
Him is he,
And she is her.
That is this,
Or this is that.
Then who may I ask is you?
Love's CadenceOh, to succeed in my dreams and rise by your sideLove's Cadence5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Slipping over your grace like at a sunset's tide -
I want my love to fall into your eyes and stay
As if forming a pool of passion; let it last
And let your soft soul swell with my admiration
(Cast your patience amongst the waves of our bed and
Instill the cadence as we count the seconds that
Highlight the beautiful romance we have longed for).
Let's trade positions like the moon playing the sun -
I want you to gently collapse upon my chest
As your angel breath keeps hope alive in my heart,
As if a star shying away from the night sky
For a heated hint of rest yet still subtly
Supplying me with light as I believe your love
Will be with me always (even in dream-bound hours
Where my soul remains besotted by your presence).
APH: Tis WellAPH: Tis Well3 years ago in Drama More Like This
APH: Tis Well
December 14, 1799 around 10 am
The thunder of a horse's hooves against the soft snowy ground was the only thing out of place in the otherwise quiet Virginia countryside. Despite the cutting wind and wet flakes, the bay colored filly charged forward without hesitation, her pace only being matched by the urgency in which her master, Alfred F. Jones, urged her on.
When America had woken up that morning, he thought it was just going to be another winter Saturday. Do some chores, head into town for supplies, write a few letters and get ready for church the next day all while fighting the cold weather. However those hopes had been dashed not more than an hour ago when a messenger from Mt. Vernon arrived at his house with some disturbing news. His old general and first boss as a new nation, George Washington was sick; very sick.
As Alfred and his steed raced toward Mt. Vernon, he tried his best to push his "what ifs" and worst c
IgnoranceEvery name I can't call youIgnorance6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
even if I wanted to
All the things you see as taboo
and all the ones that I do
Everything I can't say aloud
the things you wouldn't accept
All the lies that serve as a shroud
the truths to which you're adept
So go ahead, if you must
Chain my heart and drag it
I'll keep my mouth shut
while you call me a
The RopperyWatson stepped into Baker Street 221b and sighed, it had one of the bad days. One of the days were everyone needed his present, and were all his patients seemed to be dying or very sick.The Roppery5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He walked quietly up the stairs, he didn't want to disturb Mrs. Hudson, he wasn't in the mood for a long discussion about the weather or the fact that Holmes treated her like trash, when he was in one of his moods (which actually was all the time).
He got unseen to his room and softly closed the door, he turned around. He had expected to find his room clean and tidy as always, but instead he found all his clothes and furniture lying all over the floor, and all his draws was emptied out on the floor.
Watsons first thought was that it was Holmes that had gone berserk in his search for something to calm his overpowering mind(it wasn't the first time). Then Watson notice that all his valuable thinks was gone such as his grandfathers old clock and the box with his savings in.
Suddenly he was afraid that som