Haku Returns chapter 1Haku Returns chapter 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
It's been six years since my adventure in the Spirit World, six years since I've seen him. When I was able to return to my world with my parents and before I ran to the tunnel where they were waiting for me, Haku did promise me that we will see each other again some day soon.
Having strong faith in him since that day, I've been waiting patiently for Haku to come into the human world and find me. Even at the times I become very impatient and had almost about given up on waiting for him, my memories of him and my strong feelings for Haku make me think twice because he could appear anytime, possibly when I least expect it one of these days.
Looking out my bedroom window, as I thought about Haku, I decide to go out for a walk. Leaving my room once my light was turned off and I closed the door behind me, my mom said from t
The Marauders proudly present Mr. Moony presents his compliments to the reader and are curious to know why the reader is wasting your time reading this ...The Marauders proudly present5 years ago in Humor More Like This
Mr. Wormtail welcomes the reader, and begs Mr. Moony to stop chasing away potential mischief makers.
Mr.Prongs waves to the reader, and wants to finish the list so he can get back to fawning over Ms. Lily Evans.
Mr. Moony kindly points out to Mr. Prongs that Ms. Lily Evans is not interested in him .
Mr. Padfoot would like to highlight the amazing beauty of the reader. ( girls , of course. )
Mr. Prongs wishes that Mr. Padfoot shut up and stop being so kiss-ass.
Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs Proudly present
Eight ways to destroy the Love Life of your Daughter
Proceed with caution ...
Mr.Moony would like to ask Mr. Padfoot if he really has a daughter.
Mr. Padfoot would like to hit the head of Mr. Moony only because he said something so horrible.
Drag the first boyfriend to a dark corner and tell him that you
Firsts 6(Rise of the Guardians fic. Ch 6: Jack Frost, Easter Bunny, Katherine and the other guardians. Slightly slashy)Firsts 63 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"The human heart has hidden treasures, in secret kept, in silence sealed."
Ch 6: Present
It was Christmas morning and Bunny had been sent to find Jack so that the boy didn't miss the festivities. Immortal or not, naughty list or not, Santa wanted Jack's first Christmas at his workshop to be a pleasant one.
The hare rapped on the door to the boy's room, tapping his foot in annoyance when he received no answer. Twisting the doorknob, the Pooka let himself into the room, expecting to find the immortal child still fast asleep like the brat he was. But instead, the bed was empty and quite neatly made. There was a chill in the room, likely coming from the open window next to the bed.
An unexpected smirk of amusement crossed Bunny's lips at the thought of the boy slipping out his window to enjoy the fresh
Pet Names (Wreck it Ralph)It was a bright sunny day and Ralph, Vanellope, Felix and Calhoun were on an outing. They had game jumped into another racing game that wasn't made of sweets, and settled down in a large green meadow, with a single tree to add variety to the landscape. There was a light breeze blowing and the grass rustled as it swayed with the flowers that grew in patches across the terrain. Vanellope and Ralph were off climbing the tree trying to collect the bright plump apples that grew on it. Felix and Calhoun were lying in the grass not too far away.Pet Names (Wreck it Ralph)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ralph lifted Vanellope onto the nearest branch. "Ok, now be careful," His voice had an edge of concern.
"What are you, my baby sitter? Come on!" Vanellope teased as she moved up the sturdy trunk
"I just don't want you to get hurt!"
"You worry too much you worry wart!"
"I worry because I care president fartfeathers," Ralph put his large hands on a branch and stood on tiptoes and tried to get a better view at her location.
"Well stop being such a fre
He Named the Stars for HerThere were twenty-seven frecklesHe Named the Stars for Her5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the skin between her shoulder blades.
He used to line them into constellations in his free time:
The Big Dipper;
He called her Galaxy Girl
and swore she'd walk the moon someday.
he captured twenty-six fireflies for her
and she laughed
when he held up the jar
and told her she could find her way home with it.
She could light her way back to him.
He swore she'd be the first girl
he'd ever name a star for
and he'd call it Glacier to match her eyes
it was so much better than her real name.
He looks at the sky
through his telescope now
and wonders if she realizes he kept his promise.
Twenty-eight stars are dedicated to her
and her universe freckles.
He named them all Lizzie
and despite his long midnight talks
with the fireflies he always captures in his palms just for her,
he still can't bring her back to his world.
Seasons of Love part 4 - SpringSeasons of Love part 4 - Spring2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own Jack Frost, Bunnymund or any other character in the Rise of the Guardians universe, I just love them a lot!
Well, here it is, the last part! Enjoy!
Aster spun around, his eyes growing wider as he saw a patch of ice in the middle of the pond, slowly expanding outward. Aster stared at the slowly spreading sheet of ice, not sure what to make of it. At first his heart had jumped, the impossible thought that it was Jack bubbling up within him until he tamped it down. Wild hoped wasn't going to do anything, that fact had made itself abundantly clear over the last month. So Aster sat on the bank, content to watch the slow progress of the ice as it took over the pond.
Aster had been sitting there for nearly an hour, the ice having just covered the entirety of the pond when he saw something that caused him to do a double take. There, in the middle of the pond, was a dark shape, a dark blur just visible through the ice. 'You're just being hopeful again' Aster told himsel
JedxOct- Behind the GlassJedxOct- Behind the Glass6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
My body shook with panic as I ran towards some sort of freedom, leaving you to be captured by the black and white giants.
I was angry at you, for pushing me away so forcefully, for throwing yourself into the enemys arms so easily.
When I told you to save yourself two years ago, you stayed by my side and we achieved our goal.
So why is it that this time when I wanted to stay by you, you had to go play the hero?
You are always so stubborn, Jedediah.
I eventually found a window to where I could assure myself your safety. I felt a rock in my stomach when I saw you captured and caged like an animal, but at the same time I was eased to see you unharmed. You stood there, arms folded and chin up, confident as always. I grasped the sheet of glass that separated me from the room where you were being held, determination flowing through me.
I told you that I would find backup, and I am a man of my word.
How could I have known that when I tore my eyes off of you to keep my promise, you would
Penguins of Madagascar drabbleIn which Marlene makes hoodies and Julian earns the nickname Ringtail.Penguins of Madagascar drabble5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Look! Look at my awesome awesomeness!" Skipper started awake, rolling out of bed and into formation within five seconds, and blinked as he came nose to nose to Julian. He stared into yellow eyes, and growled.
"Julian, what are you doing in my apartment?" He demanded. Julian grinned, still centimetres away from Skipper.
"Marlene made me a hoodie!" He exclaimed, turning on the spot. Skipper groaned.
"What's the time?" He asked, looking at the clock. "It's Eleven thirty I'm going back to bed."
"Skipper, you're such an old man!" Marlene, standing by the door, exclaimed. She walked into Skipper's room the man growling as his personal space was invaded even more and deposited a bag on Skipper's bed.
"I'm not old. I'm sensible." Skipper sat on the bed, glancing at Julian again.
"Wait, is that a tail?" He asked, leaning forward. Julian nodded enthusiastically, turning again and letting the long, black r
Call Me EchoCall Me Echo4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They say I'm alive,
But why is there a lack of a heartbeat in my chest.
I'm praised for my hard labor
When really I'm still in bed
dreaming this nightmare
called a life.
My melody is pleasing to them;
My songs of lament.
I force a grin,
Less they unearth the truth of my agony.
Truth is that my love
Was not enough to keep you
Here next to me.
My love was a breeze to
Tickle your ear.
My arms were like mist,
For you escaped them so easily.
And when my heart shined for you to see,
You held up your hand,
To cover your eyes.
You walked away with my heart
In your breast pocket
I know that if my story was told
All would find fault in you
When it is I to blame for not loving you
And last, but most important,
You've always been my heroLink snuck past the guards for the fourth time that week, this time evading them only slightly. He sighed in relief once he was in the large, grand courtyard and walked up to the stairs. The young girl at the top turned around and smiled.You've always been my hero7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Why, hello, Link! I wasn't expecting you today!" she giggled, walking over to him. "What brings you here?"
He smiled, reddening slightly, as he always did in her presence. "Hey, princess. I just came to say hi-"
"-Again?" she interrupted, laughing.
He blushed a deeper shade of scarlet, and looked at her. "Well... yeah. If you don't want me here I can go..."
"No! Don't! I really like it when you're here. Maybe Impa will let us go out to town, as long as you're with me..." she thought. "I'll be right back."
She skipped towards the castle doors, leaving Link alone, buried in his thoughts. 'I told myself that I would tell her how I felt about her today... But how should I say it without seeming stupid?'
He bit his lip; worried that Zelda would not share
Jack Frost ~ Forget-Me-NotJack crouched in front of the small, weathered grey tombstone, brushing snow away from the tight inscription. The evergreen trees surrounded him, imprisoned him in this sanctuary of lost time and memories. He breathed in heavily, and read the simple phrase on the grave.Jack Frost ~ Forget-Me-Not3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Here lies Pippa Jacklyne Overland
Mother, Wife, Sister, and Daughter
Died from Hypothermia
His sister, lying six feet under deep soil and snow. She had died so young. Sure, she had had a new baby girl, and a husband, but that didn't mean she had lived the life she had deserved. Jackson Overland had protected her the first time, when the ice had cracked, throwing her to the safety of the thicker ice, but he wasn't there to protect her from getting lost, from the cold, from the blizzard. From Jack Frost. A tear trickled down Jack’s face, and he wiped it away angrily. Why did he have to get so worked-up all the time?! Why cou
Dance of the Shadow Man: Pt. 3Dance of the Shadow Man: Pt. 35 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter III: Paid My Dues
The next day Claudia walked around the house with a heavy heart, not greeting her mother in the morning and had the same energy and happiness as a zombie. After serving her mother her breakfast she started the search for cash so that she could pay Dr. Facilier for his deed. Picking up all the pillows in the house she looked for spare change and had managed to find $1.90 in coins. Taking her findings up to her room she sat down on the mattress and went to retrieve her savings. Kneeling on the floor she pulled out a floorboard with a wonky nail and pulled out a glass jar, frowning at the contents. It was all the money she had to spend on food and clothes, but her life was much more important than caring for her mother. Tipping the contents of the ja
[Drabbles] Fluff and Nonsense“I always wanted to do that.”[Drabbles] Fluff and Nonsense2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She lay crooked in his arm, her head comfortably pillowed on his shoulder, both of them flat on their backs in the park. It was an idyllic day, the kind of day a child draws with crayons. Bright, hard blue sky, vivid green grass, and a sparkling pond full of ducks completed the picture. Far overhead, seagulls wheeled and soared on air currents, and the crisp air carried the fresh, salty scent of the ocean.
“Do what?” he murmured, sleepy beneath the warm rays of the sun.
He stroked her hair absently. “I could arrange that.”
“I know you could,” Violet smiled. “That isn’t the point. I always wanted my super power to be flying, instead of force fields and invisibility.”
“I thought you didn’t want to have powers,” Budd asked, quirking a brow.
“Not at first. But think about it, wouldn’t it be great to just fly away from everything?” she asked,
Soul matesAt this moment,Soul mates4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where we want to be.
They can't get us here.
They don't know where we've gone.
They can't say we don't belong.
We don't talk about the "was".
We don't talk about the "will be".
We got you and me.
At this moment,
here and now,
we get ready to depart.
They'll have us then.
They'll ask where we've been.
They'll sing their rehearsed song.
We won't tell them anything.
We'll hide the joy we shared.
We'll hide the sadness that it ended.
At this moment,
in our separate rooms,
we think of the other; to heal from the fight.
They've locked the door.
They've made plans.
They think they'll stop us, from being together again.
We pretend we're together already.
We remember the warm embrace.
We only fall deeper than planned.
At this moment,
where we are,
we're looking at the same moon.
They'll understand one day.
They'll see it oh so clear.
They'll let us be together; the angels will give a triumphed cheer.
We just have to hold on.
We have to be strong.
We've got time on our
Mercy of RageI was bornMercy of Rage3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a lake of blood
under a frozen sun
to the sound of angels screaming
behind monster's drumming.
Rich men are begging,
while you're too busy talking
of the nothing you're making.
Hell's closing its door
slamming with a boom,
saying I'm here too soon
although there's room
Gods are fleeing,
men are bowing,
mountains are tumbling,
lakes are drying.
Amidst the carnage
wails and weeping
a small thing is creeping,
hiding from the inevitably reaping.
Staying my hand,
I cannot help but wonder,
where a flower could endure
raining fire and ensnaring barbs.
I am bewildered by the crossroad
in my path; save or smite.
It is easier saidIt is easier said,It is easier said4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how many stars are in the sky.
It is easier said,
how many leaves are on a spring tree.
It is easier said,
how many grains of sand are on a beach.
It is easier told,
how many fish live in the sea.
It is easier,
to walk across a canyon,
then tell you how deeply I love you.
It is easier to tell you a lie,
but better to tell you the truth.
Tate Langdon - Analyzed not TheorizedTate Langdon - Analyzed not Theorized3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The following text is a paradox. With facts on a fictional personality. It's an invalidated analysis of the human psyche, written for momentary personal amusement, cynicism and with pseudopsychological sadistic intentions to provoke thought, humor, awareness, frustration, irritation, self analysis and confusion. While the stated facts can be interpreted as consistent, if any knowledge on the subjects touched is possessed, this is in no way a professional opinion. In other words, what you are about to venture in, is as official and insightful as it is also nothing but bullshit, as most psychoanalytical texts are. My advice? Simply, enjoy.
Due that I have recently become aware of how lot of people, females mainly, overlook the fact that Tate IS a psychopath. He burned Larry in an act of rage, which is one of the FEW things psychopaths can actually feel. He killed those kids during the shooting giving him the Mass Murderer badge, lacking any agreeable motive. He's absolutely egocen
for unseeing eyesladen with skyfor unseeing eyes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and painted mockingbirds
on loveless branches
folding in our slender limbs
and ducking under our own
voices, fidgety and frail
against the wall of night.
between the dipping blades
and drawn shoulders
we learned to craft our words
a drumming rain
that carved canyons
in open hearts and
drew the sunshine to
our supping lips.
keen-eyed, we watched
remembering the weight
of unseeing eyes
and scalding remarks
and we learned to slip
the noose-knots and slide
through the soul-cracks
build kingdoms under
with lyrical uncertainty
and tender determination
we built a pyre of peace
in the shadows
and watched it blaze
the truth across our
as new leaves still curled
and stretching hands
unfurled in suppliance
we lifted our heads
in broken laughter,
for this light is our burden,
and even a whisper
can shatter silence
and bring the blind