La muerte de las hadasLa muerte de las hadas7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Delirante realidad, en un estado que no recuerdo, Dudo si fue un sueño o paso de verdad ver su frágil cuerpo entre mis manos, un chillante ruido, no eran mas que sus quejidos que se escucharon como cristales, me asustaba pero tome su cuerpo débil que me pedía ayuda. Al observar su pequeño cuerpo, una pequeña dama de menos de 20 centímetros, alas delgadas como un velo, que se habían rasgado y manchas de sangre llenaban su hermoso color blanco.
De la nada empecé a llorar como si aquella figura que tenía en mis manos me recordara algo, una nostalgia olvidada, un recuerdo perdido, una alegría lejana, sus cristalinos ojos me miraron, no me pude mover, su mirada fija, de su boca me regalo una pequeña mueca, baje la mirada y vi una gran herida en su vientre.
De pronto giró su cuerpo, quedando ella viendo al cielo, la sangre brotaba, me aterraba no hacer nada por ayudarla, su sangre
Closet HumorLife should come with a handbook.Closet Humor7 years ago in Humor More Like This
Such as: What to do if your girlfriend is bawling her eyes out.
Or: How to make the love of your life smile.
Or even: Coming Out - 15 Ways To Prop Open The Closet Door.
1) Place this book in the entrance.
2) It helps unlocking the door first.
3) Push someone else out first to soften the blow.
4) Do something seemingly worse, such as attempted murder, so that all focus goes on that.
5) Join a support group. That way if you faint they can support your weight as they walk you back to the closet.
6) Undo the hinges.
7) Come out with friends and then use their bodies to shield you from stones.
8) Come out with a celebrity so that the angry mob turns into a screaming mob of fans that chases said celebrity down as you quietly slip away.
9) Jump in and out of the closet until people become accustomed to seeing you and you become old news.
10) Wear something really flashy so that people are blinded as you step out and retreat to higher grounds.
11) Come out wit
She's Perfect to MeWhen I watch a movie with my arm on the back of the couch, I wish you were in my arms.She's Perfect to Me4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
And in every movie when there is a main couple, all I see is you and me.
In the movie theaters when there are couples cuddling, I am jealous as hell to see them.
When I lay in a hammock in the sun reading a book, I wish you were reading one lying next to me.
I think of that couple from Up sitting in chairs, holding hands, and reading their books.
I really wish I had a hammock of my own so I could lie and read with you.
When I hear a song on the radio about love, I wish I had a better voice so I could sing them all to you.
I think of all the romantic poems I've read and they all remind me of how I feel for you.
I look back at all of my failed attempts at writing for you and wish I could have done better.
When I see couples holding hands or kissing or cuddling, I want to cry because I know we can't.
I get more jealous than anything when I see happy couples that don't have to hide anything.
I would wish
Secret GardenWe heard voices in the distance but I was pretty sure no one could see us. She pulled her lips up to mine. We were close, hovered there for a moment... Then we met. Softly and slowly, but passionate and intense. There, in our secret garden, nobody could break us apart. There was no more anger, nobody to laugh or stare, just the love we felt for each other, alone together, in our secret garden.Secret Garden5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
MLP:FiM - Family is ForeverMLP:FiM - Family is Forever5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a sunny and warm day of summer, like any other. Or, it could have been, if it hadn't been the day when Scootaloo learned the terrible truth.
It was also the day of the grand annual reunion of the Weather Pegasi family. A long awaited moment for the related winged ponies who got together, from all over Equestria, to share news and see friendly faces for the first time in a year. Everyone looked forward to the party, but Scootaloo was an exception.
Each year, at those reunions, she couldn't help but always have this awkward feeling of being 'out of place', as each time some members of the family would look at her, then whisper strange things between themselves about 'how sad it was' and 'how a shame it was that they couldn't be there' and then moved away, to continue their conversation in private. It didn't help that she was pretty much the only pegasus of her color, as almost every other were white, black or grey, different shades of blue and green and even one pink, that
FrUK - Maybe Part 5Everything was a haze of strange shapes and bright colours as Francis attempted to lift himself up from where he had fallen in a heap on the floorboards, his legs gave way though at the effort and he fell down once more, his limbs feeling as heavy as lead. America was sitting on France's sofa, his fingertips pressed together and his lips touching to them as he thought. The American must have noticed the Frenchman's movement because he turned his head slowly and met Francis' gaze.FrUK - Maybe Part 55 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You did this. This is all your fault" he said slowly, averting his eyes from France as though the mere sight of the man burnt him.
"It was all going to go so well, I had Arthur for once in my life and I knew he really was mine, he didn't belong to you-." Alfred's hands morphed into fists
"-then he kept talking about you, I don't know why, he just did and it was so infuriating, I mean, he was my boyfriend, why was he talking about some other guy?"
France swallowed tightly, his heart beating hard
Review of Adventure Time's I Remember YouReview of Adventure Time's I Remember You3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Adventure Time is, on the surface level, all about the wacky, weird and then weird, topped with some weird-flavored sprinkles.
But there are certain episodes that hint at more, almost as if the creators are apprehensive about being in-depth with the world of Ooo, out of fear of a ratings drop or pushing the censors, who knows?
But when it does show its depth, it goes from Adventure Time to A Special Time. Episodes that involve Susan Strong, the very intense 'Burning Low', and of course, 'Holly Jolly Secrets', all give Adventure Time so much more depth than the casual viewer may perceive.
The basic summary is that bad 'ol Ice King (Tom Kenny) wants Marceline's (Olivia Olson) help to write songs to woo the princesses, as usual. Turns out, Marceline knew Ice King from a long time ago.
In short, 'I Remember You' is Adventure Time's most emotional and complex episode yet, and one of its best.
Nothing Ooo-shattering happens, no big action is about; this is a quiet episode of Marceline and a
Anomalous Objects Catalogue chapter 1Anomalous Objects Catalogue chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I hear Pripyat is pleasant this time of year."
Sniper stood watch, just outside the old travel agency building. Aside from somehow withstanding the rest of the block collapsing around it, the shop was impressive for having reasonably preserved brochures. Captain and Pilot would often amuse themselves by planning trips to countries that no longer existed, and Engineer would gather what they discarded for kindling. Whenever Sniper grew sufficiently bored, he'd call out with something he thought was witty.
It was a bit like that, being on watch; you'd either say something funny and die knowing your sense of humour was too good for this world, or you'd say nothing and die without validating your ego.
"Actually," Engineer spoke up from the Visit Asia section, a finger tracing over dusty advertisements as he moved along the aisle, "One of the last GOOD directorate broadcasts sent out was a list of anomalies brought on by the apocalypse, and apparently Chernobyl became the least radiated pla
Feliciano's diary 1Feliciano's diary 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
How could he do this to me? He left me without saying a word.
Right now, I'm on my bed. No, slash that. I'm on Ludwig's bed.
Where he should be, comforting me.
And I don't understand why he had to leave. He could at least have said "Auf Wiedersehen".
Does he even love me anymore? It's been an entire week. And I haven't seen his face...
If Ludwig was here, he'd tell me to keep smiling. He loves my smile, my happiness....
But Ludwig.... his very presence is what makes me happy. If he's not with me, I can't see a reason to smile. When he left, all the happiness was sucked out of me like a vacuum.
And even worse.... this is the second time he's left me... the second time!
That painful goodbye.... when Ludwig was the Holy Roman Empire. That hurt me like a bullet through my chest...
I had gone into a deep state of depression for the longest time.
That was, until I met him again....
....when he found me in the tomato box.
I found that he reminded me
Beauty and the Beast IIBeauty and the Beast II12 years ago in Humor More Like This
Hoping to steel her nerves, Belle took a steaming gulp of coffee from her Styrofoam cup. It did not help. The bitter liquid scalded her mouth and made her throat drier. An odd assortment of women filled in the circle of folding chairs behind her. Although it was easier to think of the other group members as virtual strangers, Belle had to admit she had much in common with them. Over the archway beside her hung a crisp banner proudly proclaiming "Disney Damsels".
"Oh, Belle, dear," crooned Cinderella, "are you almost ready? You are the star of our show this evening "
Belle turned around, startled at the sound of her name, and focused on Cinderella. As the President of the support group, she sat primly in her seat, a complex tiara of silver and diamonds glittering atop her honey curls. Resisting the urge to backhand her and knock the smug look from her face, Belle sat down in one of the empty chairs.
The flash...The flash...5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Years have past, but I still remember the flash. In the blink of an eye millions disappeared from the face of the earth. One by one they vanished leaving every thing behind. The world spun in to chaos. No one knew why this had happen or were they started, all any one knew was that it had happen, but I knew even though I was young I knew what was going on . God had come back.
I waited for him to come get me, to take me from this world...to take me home, but he never came.
I could feel my heart start to break, how could he forget me?
Every one told me to give up. There was nothing to wait for but death...but I did.
Days became weeks, weeks became months, seasons came and seasons went, the world regained it's rhythm and people forgot this tragic happening, but I still remembered,it was a truth I would never forget.
The end was near and God had left me, he had left us... all of us,none of my people got to go that day. From the youngest to the olde
DepressionI've heard so many people tell those who suffer depression to just 'cheer up.' I wonder if they can really believe that it's that simple.Depression10 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Depression isn't just sadness. It is emptiness, it is misery. It is pain and nothingness at once. When you are truly depressed you lack the ability or will to cheer yourself up. No one just 'has depression.' You suffer from it. This is depression:
You will wake at 5, 6, maybe 7am, feeling as though you had only just fallen asleep. It's likely you did. If you don't have to be somewhere, you could lie in bed for another 3 hours...too tired, too miserable and pathetic to crawl out of you bed. Or maybe you will sleep until 1pm, because it's so much easier to sleep through most of the day than actually live it, and you're so unbelievably tired anyway. You will push through the day, knowing that every hour will be a struggle and not knowing how you will feel tomorrow. People will ask what is wrong, and you will simply smile and say 'nothing, I'm just tired
HOHW: Soundwaves"Hey, dude." I jarred back to attention, eyes snapping around to see one of my classmates. Sandy brown hair, glasses, goofy smile. Oh. OhI remembered him. I'd had a crush on him about a year before I had met Carver. Daniel Locke. I hadn't even known he'd come to this school, too.HOHW: Soundwaves4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"...What?" I asked warily. I'd been minding my own business in the library, trying not to fall asleep while I was supposed to be reading A Farewell To Arms. Next thing I knew, I had a peppy classmate sitting on the arm of my chair. How much time had elapsed since I'd first started?
"You go down there, don't you?" I sat up a little straighter and shut my book. I wasn't used to others broaching the subject so ruthlessly, but it wasn't as if I never discussed it with near-strangers. To my knowledge, Daniel hadn't ever ventured down there, though admittedly I had fallen out of keeping track of my peers the past couple months. He wasn't a veteran, that much I knew. I didn't want to be recruited,
NEW 100 drawing challengeNEW 100 drawing challenge4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
100 (Animaniacs) drawings challenge
This is something like "100 drawings challenge" but this is especially for Animaniacs fans!
There is 100 themes and you have to draw 100 pictures and all of them will contain always one from the themes.
If you want to finish the whole 100 drawings challenge, you have to finish all 100 pictures >8D
> Put this challenge list somewhere on your page or in your journal, so people will know about it, or put a link to this original thing
> You can use any program you want for making pictures
> The pictures must NOT be copied or stolen
> Pictures must comply with DA rules
> If your pictures will contain also characters of others, credit them
> You're allowed to draw anybody from the Animaniacs show. It means all official characters.
> You can use also your own OCs
> Characters can be drawn in your own style (not only in Animaniacs style) and you have no need to draw Animaniacs (it can be whatever you want), but so
Skye's History: prt 1Skye's History: prt 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The bolded words are where his history picks up
A clean cut man made his way through the heavy doors of the tavern, standing out greatly from the rough crowd in its walls. He was tall, strong built, with auburn hair and bright green eyes. His ears held a slight pointed edge to them, and along with the light leather armor he wore, he would have stood out greatly amongst a crowd of beings such as yourself. No, the situation was quite the opposite, he was the most normal.
Around him demons brawled, some with bizarre, fantastic bright colored hair and eyes, others completely black and white from their skin to their eyes. They were either brawling and knocking over furniture or blissfully and drunkenly unaware of their surroundings and slurred out old bar tunes. The man's presence went unnoticed.
He made his way past the unsightly crowd to the back of the tavern -- where booths remained empty -- save for one monochromatic woman smoking idly; breathing out orange and blue smoke that w
Because I'm BlindA young girl once asked a blind man, "Can you see?"Because I'm Blind4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Why, no, silly girl," the man replied. "I'm blind."
"I know that. Can you see?"
The man thought hard. He couldn't remember one moment when he had vision. "I'm sorry, my girl, but my eyes are broken. I don't understand what you mean."
"I guess you can't then..." The girl sighed, defeated.
She spent her whole life searching. She learned many languages and toured many countries during her mission, but none brought her to who she was looking for. One day, when she was old and retired, she sat on her front porch, feeling the soft breeze blow through her hair and listening to the soft creaking of the floorboards under her rocking chair. She looked out at her world with reverence. It was beautiful. "I wonder why no one else can see," she said.
A young boy stopped in front of the porch and looked up at the woman. "See what?" he asked.
"I can see it," the boy said, smiling at the sparkle in the old woman's eyes. "I don't
HOHW: WarfareI have weaknesses. Everyone does, whether or not they realize them. I prefer to think that I'm talented and wise enough to realize most of mine and take them into consideration when planning things.HOHW: Warfare4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That said, I realize that it's usually smarter to keep your weaknesses to yourself. After the debacle that ensued after Rosalie found out my penchant for tragic romantic movies, I entered into a near neurotic state to make sure nothing else slipped out like that. I wasn't used to living with other people who weren't family, having them around at all hours. I made sure nothing else even remotely personal came from me.
Something a little more dangerousI'm vengeful. I know it. Hell, that's my main reason for living these days.
But it's not like I'm on the warpath all the time. I'm not sure how exactly it started, honestly, but somehow I gained a rougher reputation than I'd intended with my so-called friends. It gets me out of regular social situations and I'm thankful for that, bu
IdentityIdentityIdentity6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Stable or unstable at any given time
Superficial and subconscious at the same time
Mental and Physical
What other people perceive of you
What you do
Who you're around
Personal and social Identities
What people would like to know
How people are differentiated
Difficult to understand
A highly complicated concept
Who you are
Courtney And The Chubby Club 8: THE ENDChelsey belched for the fourth time in a row as she continued to rub her bloated stomach, her fingers massaging the plump flesh underneath them. She had been waiting in the back-room, along with a still-unconscious Kailey, to hear the news of whether Hannah had been able to win the third round or not. Her heart was pounding like a woodpecker's beak ramming against her chest; if Hannah lost, then they would be left at an extreme disadvantage, and being able to win against both Becky and that glasses girl would be near-impossible. Even worse, she was still too full to even move. Oh, how badly she wished she could go out there, and see what had happened.Courtney And The Chubby Club 8: THE END4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'C'mon, guys, you better win this...'
Suddenly, the door to her left swung open with a bang. Becky's father, as tower-like and imposing as ever, stepped inside, followed closely behind by a shorter, very pudgy young fellow. He had a crew-cut hair style, and as he spoke, his bulging double chin wobbled in rhythm. It took Chelsey a number o
Sonic and Rainbow Dash Adventure PrologeSonic and Rainbow Dash Adventure Prologe4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sonic & Rainbow Dash Adventure: Prologe
Sonic's World (Mobius):
It was just another ordinary day, in place called "Emerald Town". It inhabitants are mostly anamorphic animals & different types of little creatures like the Flickies & the Chao. A blue hedgehog was running at a burst of speed. His name was Sonic & he just got back from defeating Dr. Robotnik (Usually called by his nickname Eggman) one of his arch-nemesis, from yet another attempt to build his empire, New Eggmanland.
(Music: Emerald Town-Sonic Battle)
"Man, Beating that Egg-head sure left me hungry, I'm gonna see if there's any chill dog stands around" Said Sonic
The hungry hedgehog then finds a chili dog stand near the Emerald Beach, buys himself one & then starts to munch on it as he walks.
"Mmm Hmm, If there's nothing I love more than adventure, is a good ol' Chill Dog, Warmed to perfection, too Implied the very satisfied hedgehog hmm, Sure is borin
Taylor Swift's Ticklish VacationA wave of humidity hit Taylor Swift's face the second she walked outside from the private plane that she took to an island in the Caribbean. Taylor had just recorded several new songs and she was looking forward to a vacation. She had gone to a very small island with one airfield and a couple stores and homes. It was the perfect place for Taylor to unwind and relax. She elegantly stepped off the plane wearing designer sandals, designer sun hat and a revealing, red designer bikini.Taylor Swift's Ticklish Vacation3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Taylor had two guides, and close friends, who would be escorting her. Natalie, a cute brunette, and Vanessa, also a cute brunette. They pulled up too Taylor's plane in a brand new Audi. Taylor walked too the car, every step she took was like that of a model. She sat in the back of the car where Vanessa was waiting for her with a skinny margarita. Taylor sipped on her drink as they drove towards the beach. They parked the Audi in front of a small restaurant. They three girls got out of the car and
Mansion Invitation (Prologue and Part 1)This is an old version! See the updated re-release in progress at http://demurepet.deviantart.com/art/Domain-Spirit-Mansion-550728531Mansion Invitation (Prologue and Part 1)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Nope. Definitely not this place. She can't live here.
Meeting Lilly, you thought, was going to be fairly awkward, but you didn't expect to jump through the many and varied hoops of her deliberate pranks. Did she even live in this town? She didn't pay for a round trip here, but she wouldn't spend money just to leave you in the lurch, would she? Then again, she was the sort of person who you'd expect would spend years talking to you online and then rather a lot of money to buy you a ticket to meet her, and then wind up having just pranked you. You're pretty sure you could imagine that happening.
God, what a depressing thought that is.
Just to check, though. Just in case, just on the slightest chance that she might not have been bullshitting you, you text Lilly. Maybe she'll give you her real address or something. Who knows.
Alive, Part 4Alive, Part 43 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Adolfo and Diego stood out on the grass, in front of a long, metallic trailer. The light of the sun glistened across its smooth, riveted surface. It reminded Adolfo of a space station module.
"You like?" said Diego.
"It's bigger than I thought it was." replied Adolfo.
"Well, I figured I could use the extra room. Anyway, twenty-six feet isn't the biggest they sell!"
"Yeah, I've seen thirty-sixers. That's the biggest. 'Land Yachts' they call 'em."
"Thirty-six feet... wow."
Diego walked up to the door, which could more appropriately be called an "Entrance Hatch" as far as Adolfo was concerned. "Coming?" said Diego, opening it.
"Yeah!" Adolfo walked briskly toward him, and up the short step which protruded from the undercarriage. Diego pushed the outer door into its wall-side locking mechanism and closed the thinner door behind them.
The boy could see that, despite evidence of being lived-in, his uncle kept his "home" organized and tidy. The inner walls were silver, the lou