TimeThe Ice King wasn't sure why he had decided to sneak out to the candy kingdom that night, to lean there, peering over the edge of her roof, watching as she stood there, whispering prayers for the safety of her people, and happiness to those around her. Oh, he knew why he had come there, as he was fully planning on kidnapping her as she slept, but when he saw she was awake his heart, as cold and made of ice as it was, melted by the beauty and warmth the moonlight gave her pale cotton-candy skin.Time4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Foolish, it was, for him to be as obsessed for one particular princess. But obsessed he was. Even his own heart desired nothing more than the princess', and although he would call the methods of retrieval unpractical at best, it still rang true to the Ice Kings own desire for her. It felt as though he could go without his heart at times if her safety was at stake, as he could say, in completely metaphorical terms of course, that she had stolen his.
She would not be his, though, and
DC 18th Century: Let Justice be Done ch.4 The rise and fall of heroes....DC 18th Century: Let Justice be Done ch.41 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In a secret and unknown place, a figure was looking into an all seeing basin of water with four others watching as well.
“Well?” one of them asked the one looking into the basin.
“It would seem the farm boy has found his true heritage.” They answered. “And right now, he is explaining to his foster parents what he intends to do for his country and his adopted world.”
“Which is?” another asked.
“The same as you and I did, my friend: use our gifts for the good of the innocent.” They heard them sigh before saying “You are that surprised?”
“Even you couldn’t be entirely sure of where he’d turn. And it would have been a dark day indeed if that boy decided to use his powers for establishing his own monarchy.”
“In this sort of world he was raised in,” another began to say to them “I doubt he would be the first to consider a
Nathan Hale, Bibles and SuchNathan Hale, Bibles and Such5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Of Nathan Hale, Bibles and Such
Diana had white gloves on. She was turning the pages, not knowing where to look. And not knowing where to find something in a Bible is a very daunting task. Especially when youre looking for a handwritten note in the margins, and not something you can look up in an index. She was carefully flipping page by page through Deuteronomy, and then Leviticus, and I couldnt help wondering what on earth Nathan might have been taking notes on in Leviticus. Though in his defense, I have notes in my Leviticus.
We were looking for Nathan Hales signature. In Nathan Hales Bible. While standing in (what is arguably) Nathan Hales house.
My heart was racing. I was bent over the book so close that if I were in a museum I would have been scolded. Except I was in a museum of sorts, and Diana was right there, nose in book with me.
DC 18th Century: Let Justice be Done ch.3 The coming storm...DC 18th Century: Let Justice be Done ch.31 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Williamsburg. Late in the morning
The docks were as busy as ever today with many boarding or departing the ships.
Among the ships was the very ship, the Star Sapphire, herself. The pride of the Ferris shipping family. As sailors began to board it, doing whatever they needed to, the captain of the vessel, Carl Ferris, looked over as things went about. Dressed in his finest uniform to indicate his position, Captain Ferris took a moment to brush off dust from his hat before putting it on his head, trying to put more dignity in his image.
He wanted to be sure his ship was in the finest of conditions for today, especially given the certain passenger he needed to ferry to their destination.
“Keep the sail in check.” He called out to some, receiving an “aye, captain” in return. “Secure the mast-tackle, Mr. Boyle. Check the anchor haul, Mr. Tremor.” He looked around for a moment, looking for someone or something, b
The Ghouls Stars Conspiracy Pt 1The Ghouls Stars Conspiracy Pt 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was dying, this I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt. I was very, very old. Almost all my long life had been dedicated to the Golden Throne as one of His holy agents, and such a life had taken its toll. I reclined not in a hospice bed nor was I tended by a medicae as there was precious little flesh left of my organic body to be healed and comforted. I was jacked into a vertical reliquary not unlike a coffin, hundreds of wires and leads threaded from my uncountable bionics into the humming data looms and cogitators that filled the dark mausoleum.
Hunched and robed, Magos Jegdreth the Heretek buzzed a low binary chant, like myself he was more machine than man.
'You are dying.' He says to me for the hundredth time in a blurt of machine sound. I don't respond, I don't need to we both know it. I sigh, or my automated respiratory filters go through the approximation of a sigh as I allow my mind to float free of my mortal shell.
It's a ghastly thing I can see myself from my new perspective, my
DC 18th Century: Let Justice be Done ch.2 The truth of things...DC 18th Century: Let Justice be Done ch.21 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Gotham. The dead of the night
In one of the small, one floor outer houses of the town, a group of thuggish men were scrimmaging inside with the occupant already gone.
There were at least six of them, all very burly except for one, and all wore dark clothing to blend into the very dark and cloudy night; long dark cloak jackets and dark wide brimmed hats. They did not even bother to stay quiet as they practically tore through every nook and cranny to find what they were seeking, but given how far away from the others houses this one stood they had nothing to worry of.
As the other five went about searching, one man, who was probably the leader and also the shortest of the bunch, merely mingled and watched, taking his time to wait for when one of them would find what they were looking for. He walked over to one small table were and lit a candle to look see things better. It was the exposer of the light that showed this man’s face.
The man had
DC 18th Century: Let Justice be Done ch.1 Shipwrecked...DC 18th Century: Let Justice be Done ch.11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The ship, the Ageless. The North Atlantic Ocean. The Middle of the Night
It was a clear, calm and quiet night for the Ageless to sail, as it made it was making its way back from the American colonies to the home of Great Britain.
The captain of the vessel was out on the quarter-deck looking over as his men, at least those not still tending to their duties, relaxing. Three were enjoying little gambling games involving dice and using one of the spare boxes from below as a table, one playing his ukulele while others whistled to the tune, and then those that were tending to the sails, scrubbing down parts of the deck and so on. He looked and nodded to his first mate, who was at the wheel, indicating he’d let him take over for now.
The captain walked down to the deck and nodded to the men he passed as he looked out to the portside of the ship, overlooking the clear night sky and how it reflected with the water. He then looked back to see
The bridgeon the bridge.The bridge3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There's a boy on the bridge and he's moving away from you. Five seconds ago your eyes had met and sapphire irises aflame, he fled like hunted deer. A painful escape on hateful hooves. Twenty seconds ago you saw him and your eyes shone with life. Ten seconds from now your eyes will dim and they will look like burnt gold, metallic and icy. If he looks behind him he will see his glassy reflection and he might see a demon where you see an angel.
on the bridge.
You're on the bridge and you're moving away from me. You're leaning against the railing and the rusty metal itches your skin like dead cacti. You're a desert. You're pulling yourself up onto the bar in motions like falling dunes and now you're sitting on the edge. And your feet are dangling until they crumble like sand descending from the edge of the world. Then you slip into the sky like a drop of water but you're a desert and life is a mirage and you're dead before you hit the ground.
DC 18th Century: Let Justice be Done prolouge “The administration of Justice is the finest pillar of Government.”DC 18th Century: Let Justice be Done prolouge1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Setting the stage and introducing the cast...
1745. The Colony of New York. 10 miles Outside the Village of Small.
A simple two wheeled farming cart, being pulled by a slightly withered looking grey horse, was bringing a very saddened couple back to their home and farm after spending the entire day journeying to the town of Metropolis, after their meeting with the town’s doctor.
Both were dressed as the usual “farm bumpkins” some would say, and the moon was bringing what light it could to the area. There was still light from the lantern hanging from the side that helped, as least on the husband’s side as he could not fully see his wife. But he could tell, despite the darkness and the bonnet she wore the was hidden most of the right side of the face, she still had the sorrowed look o
O.C.D.Its get in your wayO.C.D.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Takes lots of your time
Pisses you off
And stresses you out
I don't draw because of it.
I barely write because of it
I don't have a job because of it.
It just wont go away.
Simple things take forever
Homework is like leather
It doesn't want to stretch
Never will it budge
I feel like I go crazy
Makes me feel so different
I don't want this to happen
When does it ever end
This makes life so complicated
In every little way
Because they're stupid compulsions
That you'll always be obsessed with
FMA Timeline - First AnimeTimeline of Events for the first FMA anime in Continental (Amestrian) YearsFMA Timeline - First Anime3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
- date of Edward Elric's birth, assuming February 3
- date of Alphonse Elric's birth, assuming after February 3
1901 through 1908
- Hohenheim leaves the Elric household
- first interests in alchemy at Ed's age six, Al's age five (beginning in the year 1905)
- Ishval war begins and ends
- Winry's mother and father die at the hands of Colonel Mustang
- death of Trisha Elric from long term illness at Ed's age ten, Al's age nine
- Ed and Al send out letters addressed to the names on Hohenheim's retained correspondences
- apprenticeship under Izumi Curtis
- failed attempt at human transmutation at Ed's age eleven, Al's age ten
- Colonel Mustang visits to recruit Edward for service as a military certified alchemist
- Edward is fitted for automail prosthetics, presumably within the first three months of the year
- Elric brothers burn down their house in Resembool
Daedric PrincesDaedra are widely worshiped in Tamriel, with shrines scattered across each province of the Empire. Those who worship the Daedric Princes see them as gods, and the daedra who serve them as the angels who serve them. However, conceptions of and beliefs about the Daedric Princes can vary widely, even between cults dedicated to the same prince. Both the Imperial Cult and the Tribunal Temple disapprove of the Daedric Cult. Its worshipersare often driven from civilized society and forced to hidden shrines.Daedric Princes4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Despite popular belief that followers are gained through threats, extortion and violence, daedra worshipers often relate that they felt "called" to worship their daedric masters. Thus, they worship by choice. Most of the time, they follow a Daedric Prince who closely parallels their own conscience and ambitions. For example, a follower of Nocturnal may feel a kinship with the darkness and all of its creatures, whi
Albert Wesker's PsycheAlbert Wesker's Psyche3 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
Secret Tub Fun 6 - SpikeDames. If I live to be a million, I'll never figure them out. I've got nothin' but dames in my life, and everyone of them is trouble.Secret Tub Fun 6 - Spike3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I set my jaw against the early cold and tugged my collar higher on my neck. The first few hints of fall were nipping at the breeze as I trudged toward Pinkie's. I loved fall. Apple pie, marshmallows, everything. Nights were longer, meaning more time indoors, meaning less time away from troublesome broads. Well, all but one really troubling broad.
Twilight. Twilight, Twilight, Twilight. Now there was a heck of a mare. Smart, pretty, and one of the most irritating people I know. She always had this sense of being a know-it-all, like you could almost hear her correcting you out loud as you talked. But she rarely did. She just gave you that same eager smile and asked you to continue. At least when she was talking to anyone but me, that is. And then she'd leave a note for y
JesusTo many people, Jesus is the one who saved us from eternal death. He is the second person in the Holy Trinity, and worshiped along with His Father and the Holy Spirit. It was not until recently that I realized that Jesus was more than just the Messiah.Jesus2 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
For the longest time, if I were asked if I truly believed in Christ, I would reply, "Oh, yeah, of course! Who wouldn't?" Apparently, I was being very nonchalant about my faith. I never knew that I was just brushing the topic along to the side, as if I was trying to avoid the subject. Out of my ten years and four months of an education, let alone a Catholic one, it took me those four months of being in high school to figure out that there was something wrong with me. I began experiencing a decline of motivation, confidence, and emotional strength. It was as if I was falling, slowly and quietly, into an endless pit of social withdrawal.
When I finally confronted my counselor, she contacted my parents and arranged a meeting. She had come to
BretonBretons feel an inborn, instinctive bond with the mercurial forces of magic and the supernatural. Many great sorcerers have come from their home province of High Rock, and in addition to their quick, perceptive grasp of spellcraft, enchantment and alchemy, even the humblest of Bretons may boast a resistance to harmful magicka. They are descendant from human and Aldmiri couplings, but the generations have made them more Man than Mer.Breton4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Personality: Many Bretons are curious and full of questions, sporting a burning desire within to learn. Their curiosity and appetite for knowledge are known be insatiable. Often, younger Bretons are driven by a powerful sense of wanderlust. Through the generations, it has not been unheard of for this voracity for knowledge and power to drive Bretons to mad, perhaps even evil, ends.
Physical Description: Bretons are the smallest of the human races. They are between 4
Long ago, Do you remember?Long ago, Do you remember?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
USUK, Highschool AU, Fluff, Oneshot. Arthur meets a mysterious boy who calls himself 'hero' and they become good friends in just one week. Then the so called 'hero' moves away after a family divorce, and for ten years Arthur thinks the boy has forgotten about him. Until one day in the autumn
Before you start reading, beware that in order to make this storyline possible, I had to make the age difference only 1 year, instead of four. So Alfred is only about 1 year younger then Arthur. Enjoy!
If there's any typo's, please tell me, it's non-beta.
I don't remember much about my childhood friends. Well, not from my real friends that is.
I did have friends, lots actually, but as I grew older, I started to notice I was the only one to be able to see them. People told me they were 'thin
Siren ScreamsBarren branches strike my windows furiously, ghastly, scrawny arms that want to grab me and murder me with their harsh fingernails. Savage ice has laid siege to the glass, crawling across its surface in wild, maddening formations. The sunlight illuminates the snow-coated rooftops, sending its alluring and deadly brightness into my tired eyes. Shadows play on my walls and create battle scenes of both triumph and bitter defeat. The entire world is an eerie mixture of beauty and death.Siren Screams3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The angry movement around me seems to hiss, scream, screech. But the violent silence is soon shattered as the haunting, desperate howl of an ambulance slices through the air. The sound expands in my ears like a sponge sucking up water. It veils my senses until all I feel is the cry of the ambulance, its distressed buildup, its nervous ascent into a brief, uneasy silence. It calls out, again and again, increasingly frenzied as it comes closer to my home.
All at once I want to cry out with i
The Shy and the Knight ch. 8Chapter 8The Shy and the Knight ch. 83 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The guard led the knights and mares to another large pair of doors. The doors slowly opened, revealing a smaller throne room. There, they saw the two princesses, Knighton, Yorkshire, and Fluttershy waiting for them. They entered the room walking towards the steps where the princesses were standing above.
Princess Celestia gave them a warm welcoming smile.
The guard, the mares and knights all bowed before her.
"Welcome to my council room, where all of my private meetings take place." Celestia said.
"Thank you your majesty." Llanfair said. "May I ask for what business you have bringing us here?" he asked with a curious look on his face.
"What do you want to talk to us about?" Yorkshire asked. "I'm wondering that too."
She giggled. "I have wonderful news to tell you six then." she explained. "Knighton has told me about your victory against a dark army. Your story has moved me dearly. Your courage and dedication to protect those in need are just what we need here in the city of C
Letters to Santa"Dear Santa "Letters to Santa2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
[Name] just sat and watched him with an incredulous look on her face
"Alfred Jones you are not in all seriousness writing a letter to Santa Claus"
He looked at her for a moment then went back to his letter
"Dear Santa, please bring [Name] a sense of humor"
The Shy and the Knight ch. 3Chapter 3The Shy and the Knight ch. 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Words could not describe how Yorkshire felt when the girl he was in love with invited him in her cottage for tea. She took him into a beautifully crafted room, filled with flowers and animals. "Wow! You keep animals in here too?" he asked.
"Of course." Fluttershy replied. "I enjoy the animals' company in here."
Suddenly from under a table, a white bunny dashed out from underneath. It quickly climbed on top of Yorkshire's head and started to thump it repeatedly with one of its large feet. "Ow!" it heard him exclaim. It jumped off of his head and dashed upstairs.
"Oh Angel, that wasn't very nice." she said softly to the bunny from downstairs.
Yorkshire rubbed his head in little pain. "That bunny doesn't really seem to like me." he said.
"He's just not used to other ponies. You'll get used to Angel." she said. "You mind waiting in here while I go make some tea that is if uh you're alright with that?" she asked with a little smile, blushing.
"I don't mind at all." he replie
The Shy and the Knight ch. 5Chapter 5The Shy and the Knight ch. 53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The next afternoon, Twilight Sparkle invited her friends over to the library to hang out. They always had a wonderful time with each other. They filled each other with happiness, laughter, and love.
Spike came over to them reading a book about feminine etiquette. "Hey Fluttershy, I might have something that can help you with Yorkshire."
"Oh?" Fluttershy wondered, turning to him. "Help with what?"
"I found this book on female etiquette and I was thinking that this could give you useful tips when you and Yorkshire are together." he replied.
She smiled and shook her head. "No thank you." she said politely and quiet. "I do not need any books to help me with occasions like with me and Yorkshire. I like how it's going for the both of us so far."
"Well, if you insist." Spike threw away the book. He suddenly felt a loud rumble in his stomach. He groaned quietly, placing his hands on it. "I don't feel so good "
"What's wrong, Spike?" Twilight Sparkle asked.
Suddenly, he burped gr