Mermaids IN SPACE -- ficletMermaids... IN SPACEMermaids IN SPACE -- ficlet6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Fanfic for my own original fic. u.u;;
"Arun!" Lìadan's voice rang over the rocks, dismay clear in her tone. "Arun, you get leafs of green-blue flower in food, yes?"
On the other side of the ledge, in the dry hollow of the tiny island, Arun looked up from his laptop and the progress report he was typing up. "Uh. Yeah? You said it was alright to eat..."
"No, no! I say blue-green, not -- ahh. Bad -- wrong flower. Wrong."
Arun straightened up, alarmed, and scrambled over to look at her, half-expecting to find her or the pirate greenish and foaming at the mouth. "Oh shit. Is it poiso...?"
In the shallow cove, Lìadan and Blue sat, Lìadan in the water, with her gray tail curled around her, Blue with his long legs stretched out; the man was frozen on the spot, a half-eaten plant cake still in hand. His tanktop was sliding down a still lanky, but now rounder and narrower shoulder, low enough to offer glimpses of round bumps that should never have exist
Live to the Fullest NMT SEThe town of Day Lilly was filled with action as the people who stayed behind worked fast and hard to make barricades around the portal to Nightmares world on the church island. The majority of the material used was freshly felled trees laying about the swamplands from the storm a few months beforehand, along with a few old bits of furniture that would, under regular circumstances be brought to an Antique Road Show to be discovered that it was made by some great furniture maker years ago and be worth hundreds of thousands of dollars.Live to the Fullest NMT SE5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Rose walked around the barricade with her rapier in hand, an old heirloom that was brought down from generation to generation of women in her family. Despite being centuries old, it still had a polished sheen to it and a sharp edge that would cut true. She held onto its hilt tightly as she walked, keeping her mind on the here and now.
She looked at the people around her, mostly men on the later stages of their lives. They had all came from diffe
Rescuing MewIt was early in the afternoon as Socky is vacationing in the Pokemorph world with his friend Maggie the Magby pokemorph girl as they are waiting in line for the new action movie "Rocket the Red Glare in Rocket the Red Glare VS Zombie BMX bikers" Maggie is eyeballing the movie poster of the lead human actor known as Rocket the Red Glare flashing in his red and white jump suit wearing shades that completes his rock star looks.Rescuing Mew2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Maggie: It was sure nice of you to invite me along for the movie Socky. I didn't know you like action movies?
Socky: Hey Mags are you kidding they are one of my favorite movies especially with the Pokemorphs worlds greatest action human star Rocket the Red Glare man I just love his line. Ready to say it with me?
Maggie: You bet.
They both move their necks back and forth to make snapping sounds, then they both struck an action poses as they quote Rocket's famous line.
Socky/Maggie: LETS ROCKET!
Socky: Man it's nice to visit the pokemorph world and not to have to do
SM: For KompyIn the Pokemorph World. Nigel the Gardevoir Pokemorph is floating by a fortunetellers tent belonging to none other than Marsha Mystic the Misdreavous Pokemorph.SM: For Kompy5 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
He peers inside the tent and finds her at her table by her crystal ball smoking her cigarette holder. She looks up at the young Gardevoir Pokemorph with her yellow eyes.
Marsha: Ah welcome oh seeker of knowledge I know all, I see all, I can tell all.
Nigel: Why do you talk like that?
Marsha: Oh its just something most costumers expect of us fortunetellers. So what can I tell you? Wait! You seek contact from someone in your past? Wait! You need help with your love life?
Marsha: Hmm I see into my crystal ball there is a Luxray Pokemorph named Charla.
Nigel: Wow! How do you know about all of that?
Marsha: I have my ways.
Nigel: So how can I ask her for the summer dance festival? She hardly even knows Im alive.
Marsha: Just be you. Its what the stars would tell you.
Nigel: Ill try
Karasu - Part 20Karasu - Part 206 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Awaji’s coast was consumed with wind. The black pines lining the beach creaked and swayed with the winter gusts. One pair of footprints led away from the dock, leaving a trail in the sand. Chiyo hadn’t wasted a moment returning to the form of a fox, nor had she waited long to perch on the tengu’s shoulders. Shichi was glad to be out of the boat. Whether it was his inexperience with the sea, or perhaps the ferryman’s poor navigation, his stomach was still turning from the waves. The wind whipped his feathers, sending a few flying loose behind him.
They trekked along the shore, following its curve north past rocky slopes and crooked pines. White and yellow narcissus peppered the landscape. The flowers began to grow in number, until finally they passed the foot of a mountain, its surface covered with thousands of blossoms. They bowed obediently to the wind, bobbing their petals towards the sea. For a moment, Shichi watched them ripple, grateful for a moment of sile
HPM Goofy Written Meme: JinThe Goofy Written MemeHPM Goofy Written Meme: Jin10 months ago in Sketches More Like This
This is a short, sweet meme in which I will ask you (your character/s) how your character (yourself/ves) reacts to various situations or just little details about your (their) general lives. For the sake of not parenthesizing every other question, the you is implied from the author or the characters perspective and it doesnt matter how you do it. Keepin it loose.
First, what is your name and all the nicknames attached to that?
My name's Seok Jin-Eun. I've always just been called "Jin" -- the "Eun" is a generational suffix, so all of my siblings and I have it in common.
How old are you?
I'm 26. 27 is only a few months away... for some reason, that's very intimidating.
How happy are you with yourself?
Moderately? That's a complicated question. On one hand, most of my life seems to be going reasonably well; the ranch is really starting to get up to speed, and I'm happy working on it. I've made quite a few goo
HPM: Seok Jin-EunSeok Jin-Eun awoke to the shrill call of his alarm clock and the first light of dawn breaking through his curtains. Morning had come again; how did it always manage to surprise him? Drowsiness gave way to resignation, and the Mothim climbed out of bed, silencing the alarm and stretching out before heading towards his washstand to begin his morning ritual.HPM: Seok Jin-Eun2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
A vigorous scrubbing later, Jin glanced into the mirror, pleased by what he saw. It seemed like life on the ranch was agreeing with him; his charcoal-grey skin was smooth and clean, giving his sharp features a look of health they often hadn't managed at home, and despite his fatigue, his orange eyes were bright and open wide. Jin smiled to himself and moved to his wardrobe, slipping out of his pajamas and into his clothes for the day: a simple pair of blue jeans and a plaid flannel shirt, the back modified for his wings. As he methodically fastened the back closures of the shirt, he reflected that those wings still felt strange, even
Nine Facts: Crispin AlexanderNine Facts: Crispin Alexander3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
1. Crispin's astrological sign is Scorpio. Sort of.
All of the incarnations that an Afterrealm spirit lives through are always born under the same sign (well, the same approximate time frame, anyway), so all of his previous human lives have had birthdates sometime from late October through early November.
The residents of the Afterrealm have their own system that's more accurate to this phenomenon and doesn't have a bunch of ridiculous symbols and simpering about compatibility between signs, but since the Mortal Realm's western zodiac is close enough and far more familiar, they often just refer to it for convenience's sake.
2. Everyone's gotta have a hobby.
Things he does for fun include playing fiddle (mostly Celtic reels, because he likes the sound) and reading; mortal author Raymond Chandler shows up rather prominently in his apartment bookshelf. He's also way better at dancing than most people know, since it's not an ability he displays very much in public.
Marsha Mystics Tale: House HauntingThere I was sitting at home after me and my brothers defeated another Intergalactic Demon from taking over the world. It was tough battle but being mighty Triceratops that we are we can handle anything…oh I’m sorry I forgotten my manners. I am Toppy T. Tops of the mighty Tops and you may know my brothers Boxcy, Curly, and Socky how we have powers and travel around many strange worlds for the Intergalactic Angels and we may lots of strange but wonderful friends.Marsha Mystics Tale: House Haunting1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well any case I was at home resting as Boxcy, Curly, and Socky all were fast asleep as our mother, Carla Brown Cow, was fixing our dinner. I was about to finish my email and pick up my favorite book of ‘Nick Casey’ mystery stories when I got a tap at my window. My mom and I went to see what it was and there on the window still was a bird that looks like a pigeon but it wasn’t a pigeon at all, in fact it was a Pokemon. Now you folks may know pokemon from their famous video game series and cartoons b
dreams?Your sitting in a room thats filled with night,dreams?3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The only thing you see is a dim flam from a candle across the room,
The consisent sound of a clock ticking that echos in your ears.
You start drift off into a dream,
The air fills with music and the ticking fades away,
A soft breese kisses your back as it sends a shiver down your spin.
You wonder where you are,
But all you see is nothing but black,
Darker then a chalk board in a class room.
Suddenly a light shines behind you,
You turn around,
It's a movie screen,
A theareter is empty,
Only one soul in and thats you,
Yet theres a feeling of not being alone.
You take a seat and try to gather your thoughts,
Your chair drifts toward the screen,
You see someone,
But you cant make out their face,
It's blurry like a window frosted over.
Without notice the woman jumps at you like grasshoper.
You wake up,
Still surronded by night,
You look outside,
The sun is starting to rise,
Sitting still listing to that clock tick,
"tick tock tick tock",
some things never change?When the leaves begin to fall and the seasons seem to changesome things never change?4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I promise that the way I feel about you, will remain the same
Our love is like a fire, burning deep inside, stronger then the sun, thats a billion miles away
And if are paths ever come to an end, just remember, I'll always be your friend.
curling upcurling up4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
with the moon
ice melting on my lips
heart spotted ducks pass by.
smashing candy to dust
kissing my feet and toes.
my eyes going blind
by too much
sweeping in my face
all colored glitters.
lying in the
about bubbles and kisses.
drifting dust particles
in the air
( my room; )
with neverending colors.
ImprisonedImprisoned4 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Pacing back and forth, tracing each step over and over again, right to left, left to right endlessly up and down, counting steps as I go on for hours, days, months.
How many steps have I taken by now? A million? Zillion?
Nobody knows, nobody cares about how trapped I am in this vessel.
This prison of flesh and bones. The bones being Alcatraz and the flesh being the rough waters surrounding it.
I pray for release but it never comes.
No hope for salvation. I could do it myself but people strictly forbid me to do it.
I wish to be released and move on to another world, the other world being the land nearest to my by water surrounded prison.
I take this knife, I look at it.
should I? Should I not...? The thoughts that circle in my head endlessly as I pace back and forth eternally.
I'm like an animal in a zoo, a caged tiger</b> near a bunch of cows. My insticts tell me to kill<
Magically Me Chapter 1Chapter 1- What Started in the RainMagically Me Chapter 14 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
This sucks. Majorly.
Itll be good for you to get to know your uncle better, you know. Mom had said at the bus station six hours earlier as she triple checked to make sure I hadnt forgotten anything important. Hes always so busy, so he cant ever come up here to see us. You two will really like each other.
I thought he was supposed to be a bitter old crazy hermit who hates all people? I shot back at her irritably, snatching my backpack back from her before she got a better look at some of the games I was bringing along and realized that they were above the T-rating that she had allotted me.
Your father doesnt mean it when he says things like that, Ryan. Mom sighed, pursing her lips and giving me that look. The one I usually got when she overheard my friends making lewd comments about the girls at school. I never joined them, since I never saw the point. I m
Look, LookLook, Look5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Turn around, I say!
It's you I'm talking to!
Don't make me beg!
Why does your back still glare at me?
Why aren't you looking like I plea?
Can you hear me yet?
Are you deaf?
Can you see me sweat?
Did you know you have a record of theft
For pocketing my sanity?
Or were you oblivious?
Senseless and sightless?
Last night I drew all the colors of the rainbow in graffiti
In the court halls
That's where your trial would be appointed
Where you'd be
For robbing a pitiful girl of her self-esteem and leaving her wretched
As I dissolved into tears,
I looked up to the walls
So many colorful whorls of agony and appall
You saw me that night, too
You even knew
So when you snuck up on me from behind,
Why did you sigh
Like you didn't know
The reason of this multi-color show
And whisper into my ear, "This is for who?"
You already knew
All this hatred
That radiates in ultraviolet infra
Ghetto CinderellaYou thought you knew the story of Cinderella, a lonely girl forced to work for her evil stepmother, and then she meets prince and they fall in love. The end. Well, u was wrong! Cinderella was a balla. Her dad was a drug dealer and gang banger but he was nice to Cinderella. He died in a gang fight leaving Cinderella to live with her stepfamily who lived in the ghetto Wal-Mart. Yes really they did. And they played loud music all they time.Ghetto Cinderella6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Cinderellas step family treated her very badly. They would always say mean things to her. One time her evil stepsisters forced her to go to the baby section of the ghetto Wal-Mart, put on a diaper and baby clothes and sit in one of the cribs crying. If Cinderella refused, she would get beaten up really bad. The humiliation was unbearable. Then she got an idea. Maybe if she went to jail then she would not have to be abused by her stepfamily anymore!
So Cinderella robbed a bank and stole a kazillion million dollas and 38 cents. And to her dismayal,
VAMPYREVAMPYREVAMPYRE7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The curse, my soul,
The night, my friend,
This hunt for blood,
Will never end.
The bite, my love,
The drink, my heart,
My secret known,
To those who part.
My teeth, your neck,
My kiss, your breath,
Your blood I take,
But not your death.
Your arms, my hope,
Your love, my life,
My love to you,
The sharpest knife.
Stay with me,
And love my smile,
Accept the truth,
Or live denial.
HelgaHelga9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How I despise them.
Their cute smiles
Their loving looks.
Lies and deceit
Obsession with Sex
How they bother me
Their funny jokes
Their attractive personalities
How they decieve me.
Their 'I love you's'
Boredom with me
And all other women
How they sicken me.
Their kind jesters
Their sweet talk.
Meaning nothing in the end
But me sitting at home
Wondering what happen.
How I hate boys.
I won't date girls.
..On se sent si seul, si bien..4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Comme bercé dans un linceuil par le chant de la nuit,
Impétueusement prêt à nous engloutir.
On aimerait aimer encore et encore,
Rêver à n'en plus finir,
Plus longtemps qu'éternellement,
Jusqu'à ce que notre coeur et notre corps
Eclate en mille morceaux de verre et de sang.
Des images de ton visage envahissent mon esprit, ce temps qui passe mes nuits d'insomnie, j'irai crier devant la mer seulement tu m'a faite prisonnière...
The Aftermath of It All**Note: The minor details of this story are explained in the artist comments. You'll understand better after you read them.**The Aftermath of It All7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Things sure had changed now that Jazz had become a halfa like Danny. Mostly, it meant a lot of the burden of dealing with wandering ghosts was lifted from Danny's shoulders and placed on Jazz's. Splitting the duties fifty-fifty was the fair thing to do, but it resulted in a fairly strict chart detailing who did what and when. Disagreements over what required more effort were common.
It was midnight. Everyone was asleep, with the exception of the younger halfa. Danny sat at the kitchen table, staring into space and absently nibbling on a granola bar. For some strange reason, he just couldn't sleep. So he had been sitting there for an hour, waiting for just a bit of tiredness to overtake him.
Suddenly, the kitchen light went on.
"Danny? What are you doing up?" Jazz asked, her finger still on the light switch.
"Can't sleep. What are you doing down here?" Danny aske
Team Shinkenger ApplicationTeam Shinkenger Application3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Writing Application Sheet
Team Name: Team Shinkenger
Guild Leaders: ___Rogues ___Merchants _x_Rescuers
Name and Species: Takeru the Ralts (Dark-ish blue, but not shiny)
Nature: Serious/Strong willed
Strengths: Always wanting to help people, regardless if he knows them or not.
Weaknesses: Can be very quiet and unwilling to share his feelings with others, even if something is deeply bothering him.
Moves: Shadow Sneak, Signal Beam, Psyshock, Shadow Ball
Accessories: Reddish scarf, slightly torn up.. wears it around his neck.
Second Member Information
Name and Species: Kotoha the Sentret (Shiny, pink on her stripes/ears is a bit lighter)
Nature: Naive/Often scatters things
Strengths: Very sweet and caring, will do anything to make someone happy.
Weaknesses: While being quite mature, she is still very naive and it often times gets her into trouble. She is also very klutzy.
Socky VS Grave MattersIn a dark operating room where the only source of light is hanging over a lamp. Marsha Mystic the Misdreavus Pokemorph struggles in her ropes as the tape over her mouth seals off her cries for help. She looks over on the operating table as her captor Dr. Grave Matters, an evil Shadow Spiritomb Pokemorph looms over his prize as his assistance an shadow Arbok morph named Nurse Slithers, slithers in with his tools.Socky VS Grave Matters3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dr. Grave Matters: Do not struggle my dear that rope is ghost proof, just what I need to keep you here so I can get to your heart. Your heart is excellent for my formula to help the Shadow Clan turn all of the Pokemorphs in the world into Shadow Pokemorphs. Now I'll need my tools Nurse Slithers.
Nurse Slithers: Yessss doctor.
Dr. Grave Matters: Don't worry Marsha this will hurt you a lot more than it will hurt me Hmm? Nurse I'll need my Plasma knife.
The slinky shadow Arbok slithers into the hallway, passing by a closet she is grabbed by a pair of hands and dragged inside.