DA02: All AboardAll AboardDA02: All Aboard6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The weekend was passing slowly for the twins & their Digimon; Francis was in & out of the apartment more often, it was the fifth time this week theyd seen a kid dressed as an old fashioned train driver passing by on the street their balcony overlooked & Coimon still teased Mike over his crush on Kari.
Just say it, Coimon coaxed his partner, bouncing around the twins bedroom.
Theres nothing to say! Mike snapped back, trying to catch his Digimon.
Mike & Kari, sitting in a tree, Coimon sang while giggling, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!
Stop saying that, Squishy! Mike grabbed at Coimon, but the Twin Digimon simply rolled through his legs & bounced near the window.
Hey, there goes that kid again! Coimon eventually landed on the windowsill, watching as the boy theyd seen before running past, followed by a large floating gear.
Yeah, but whats that with him? Mike asked, watching the co
SilenceShe (Renamon) believes profoundly in silence -Silence6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sign of a perfect equilibrium.
Silence is the absolute poise or balance of body, mind and spirit.
The Digimon who preserves her selfhood ever calm and unshaken by the storms of existence -
not a leaf, as it were, astir on the tree;
not a ripple upon the surface of the shining pool -
her, in the mind of the unlettered sage, is the ideal attitude and conduct of life....
If you ask: "What are the fruits of silence?
Never Use the InternetNever Use the InternetNever Use the Internet2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
France never liked when someone told him to do something; he was a free spirit and a grown adult, and he wanted to choose how to spend his time (even if it only meant going to cabarets, drinking good wine and winking at cute girls)... and when it was his enemy giving him orders, it really pissed him off.
"I'm not going to do what you want!" the Frenchman whined childishly, making the younger blond sigh in irritation.
"I'm not bloody asking you to do what I want, I'm asking you to do your duty!" he exclaimed. "I'm not pleased about working with you either, but this is a two-person job and we're going to do it together! Or do you want me to do everything instead of you..."
"Oh, that's a good idea!"
"...and tell your boss you're a deadbeat, taking all the credit?" the Brit concluded with a smirk.
France moaned. "Uh, okay, you win... tell me my part in this damn job."
A little smile appeared on England’s face, only to be quickly hidd
Sonic Brotherhood part 2VILLA MAYHEMSonic Brotherhood part 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The dim sunlight hit at the blue forms face. He was feeling strangely comfortable. He didn't feel the hard mattress under him, and the usual wind blowing through the house. Also the dirty smell of his pillow was gone. He still felt sick and extreme tired but curiosity made him open his eyes by a crack. His heart skipped a jump as he saw the black forms face. He was leaning his head on the back of the couch and in a deep sleep. A faint snore as heard from his mouth and that made the blue form chuckle a bit. Then Sonic realized that he had been using HIM as a pillow, and was certain that the black form would FINALLY butcher him for real.
But then he realized that it was HIM holding the blue form there. Sonic gazed him confused. As he slowly tried to move away, the black form twitched and his eyes opened slightly. "Goash FINALLY I could sleep " He muttered drowsily stretching a bit. For a moment he gazed around without seeing anything. Then he realized th
Renamon's Tail TroubleMy 3rd Digimon Story (Renamon's Tail Trouble)Renamon's Tail Trouble3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
One day in Rika's yard, Renamon and Rika we're practicing new techniques for enemy Digimon in the future until Renamon tries a spin attack when all the sudden her tail hits Rika in the face, Renamon quickly apologizes to Rika for her action as Rika checks and learns that Renamon's tail cannot do any damage and discovers that Renamon's tail doesn't have any strength as she thinks that her tail is too long and puffy for any tail attacks like Guilmon has and was afraid to hit Rika with her tail again. Desperate, Renamon tries to think of other uses for having a long, puffy tail, her 1st use: Cleaning, Renamon plans uses her tail like a feather duster until she starts cleaning the dusty areas asher tail gets dirty as the dust around it causes Renamon to start sneezing until for a 2nd use: Tail whip, Renamon uses her tail to smack a fly until she gets her tail caught in a rosebush but gets a few thorns on her tail as she gently removes the thorn
Mah Best Friend is See-ThroughThe last of the day's rain dripped golden from the eaves and leaves of the city of Altalamatox. It flowed in molten veins between the cobblestones, dashed though the gutters as liquid amber, diving down drains and hills and all away into the vast lake.Mah Best Friend is See-Through4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Perched on a lakeshore hill, its glass dome rising above neighboring buildings, windows glinting in the evening light, the Greater Altalamatox Public Library stood serene as the ivy that feathered its walls. Inside it buzzed like a hive as its denizens wrapped up for the night.
The bulk of the bustle ringed the front desks, where carts jammed with books were being muscled away into the sorting rooms or back off into the shelves for the next day, with a liberal scattering of people dancing their way through the traffic on individual errands.
Shad, the marble centaur whose existence as a sentient statue had not excused the teen from a terrible case of acne, was cantering after the Library's flock of troublesom
Sonadow - Wake Up Sonic"Wake Up Sonic!" A voice from behind the bedroom door called, "We're going to be late!"Sonadow - Wake Up Sonic5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Groaning the blue hedgehog rolled over under his covers, curled into a ball on his knees, and finally admitted defeat, scratching his quills as he stretched, and appearing from under the covers.
He looked around his room sleepily, scanning over the piles of sports junk laying around, the closet whose clothes were sticking out of the door, the desk covered in papers excluding the small rectangle where his laptop went, and over the dressers with shampoos and deodorants, hair brushes, and other unnamed objects.
Finally he turned to the alarm clock perched on the window sill and blinked.
It was 10:45
He jumped out of the bed and in a blur of blue movement he had grabbed his shower stuff and ran out his bedroom door and to the bathroom, and soon a cloud of steam was crawling its way from under the door.
Down stairs Knuckles was waiting for his two housemates on the couch, glancing from
Kitchen BickeringPast midnight in the main kitchen of the Montrey mansion...Kitchen Bickering4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I don't understand why you can't find a nice, normal-"
"Human boyfriend," she finished. "Y'know, I don't think you're anyone to lecture about dating within one's species."
"We've been over this a thousand times; I am human."
"Uh-huh. Right. You should really see yourself when you say that, you ever tried saying it into a mirror? 'Cuz it looks pretty funny."
"Damn it, Penny," he hissed, "I was born and raised, for a forty full years, human- that's longer than you have been. Then this," he spread his webbed claws, "happened. And it's surface only, and you know it. Unlike this, this..."
"This being is a bizarrity! He's not a year older than you, he's not a decade older than you, he's not twice your age, he's twenty times your age! "
"Yeah, but look: he doesn't remember any of that, he's just like any other person, he only remembers so much, just the last couple years-"
Prometheus - Part IPrometheus ---Prometheus - Part I4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I rocked back on my heels, my toes over the edge of the building, the laces flickering wildly in the wind. I let my breath go in a long sigh, it was carried away from my nose and mouth in a smoky cloud. Cold bit at my cheeks and rushed over my bare arms as I looked down at the flickering lights against the dark. In a town this size, there weren't many. Michigan was just at the brink of winter, autumn settling in with fierce determination. The trees sprawled beneath me were already losing their leaves, their appearance becoming gnarled and threatening.
My heart raced at the nearly dizzying height, a surge of anticipation growing in my chest. A smile curled at the corner of my mouth and I bared my teeth at the wind. Placing one foot forward, I tested my balance.
I leaned. Spreading my arms wide as I felt weightlessness begin to take me, the wind billowing between me and the three hundred foot drop to the pavement.
Something tightened on my shirt and jerked me off the ledg
Network Races: CentaursRACES OF THE NETWORKNetwork Races: Centaurs4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
TERMS- HISTORY - POPULATION - RACIAL FEATURES - TODAY - NOTABLES
A GENERAL NOTE
SPECIES VS. RACE
- The more polite term would be 'race.' In our world we're used to the only intelligent group being humanity so we divide ourselves by looks and call them races. In the Network the more obvious divisions are between the various sentient species. When Networkers say 'race' they mean your species. If they want to refer to your physical characteristics as a human they might say ethnicity.
- 'Species' is reserved for animals. 'Breed' is never used for break-down within the races, again only for animals. Using 'species' or 'breed' to refer to an intelligent being and/or their race is bigotry, except in science and medicine when it's considered okay to use 'species' to refer to the races. It's not politically correct but it's scientifically accurate.
Notes on ThomasA number of people have been after me for notes on my cyborg Dr.Thomas Destastiel and in honor of his birthday we may as well haul this out of the files to hopefully answer some questions. I luurve waxing eloquent in my notes so beware; I'm only posting this because some of you have been foolish enough to encourage my writing habit, but if you don't personally care then I won't blame you for checking out now. For anybody who's left...Notes on Thomas4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
To begin, you need just a smidgeon on the world he lives in.
--The universe my stories go down in is made up of a number of planets connected by a crazy roadmap of dimensional doorways. Portals. The place ticks much like our own world with the added dimension of MAGIC, yes, magic, defined as everything that does happen that shouldn't happen within the laws of physics. (They say that what is called 'magic' is just the set of physical laws that govern a closely overlying dimension leaking over into this one and crashing the party for the resident phy
He isHe IsHe is5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He is an artist.
He paints the stars,
And sketches my heart.
He can erase the pain from his work.
He puts pastels in the black.
He is a poet.
He speaks the language of love,
He writes what he means,
And he means what he writes.
He pours himself into my fingers,
And I can be his pen.
He is a reader.
He can read my face,
But he doesn't have to,
He could just read my thoughts.
Better yet, read my heart
Like an open book.
He is a magician.
He can reverse science,
Reverse the science that turned my heart to ashes,
And make me whole again.
He can make black into white
And darkness to light.
He is an author.
He wrote my story,
Still Work in Progress.
When it's done,
He'll put it on the shelf
And always remember it.
He is love.
He is grace.
He is peace.
He is everything.
Diabolus of the Dead Ch.1Diabolus of the Dead Ch.13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Diabolus of the Dead
Tourists lined the streets in the early afternoon, enjoying every shop and attraction their feet carried them to. The days did not last forever on Diabolus; everyone knew they had to take in all they could in the short time available. With so many things to do, it took grand precision and timing to meet their schedules. A challenge to many, but not impossible. Wherever a guest traveled, they were sure to find something worth their while.
Even the popular dining location, "The Stache", was brimming with visitors. Not just anyone could dine at such a high class establishment, but it didn't stop them from trying. Fancy guests with their dry cleaned suits, elegant dresses, and expensive jewelry entered the dining location, their sophisticated mannerisms mirroring the tone of the restaurant. The violinists played their slow, classical tunes to form the mood, and the cloths on the tables were freshly washed. The air smelled of fine cooked meals of
As Diabolus Turns - Ch.5As Diabolus Turns - Ch.53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As Diabolus Turns
Part 5: Where the Heart Is
"Whatcha gonna do now, Jeeves, huh?" Marty cackled as he took a step forward, "Got something more to say?"
Jeeves did not speak. He attempted to step up once more but his feet slipped on his own coolant, which dripped into pools on the tiled floor. Shaking in fear, he was unable to make the slightest plea towards his attacker.
"Didn't think so," Marty held up his weapon, aiming it directly at the defenseless man. The charge nearly complete, the high pitched squeal grew faster and faster. "I'll remember you fondly as I celebrate my humble victory with my lady."
The buzz of the laser had reached its max. Jeeves seemed to have accepted his fate as he scrunched up in preparation to meet his own demise. A destiny that would have swiftly been met had it not been for the white figure that leapt before him.
"Marty, NO!" Linda cried out, standing over the defenseless man.
In a last second shift of movement, Marty whipped th
As Diabolus Turns - Ch.6 ENDAs Diabolus Turns - Ch.6 END3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As Diabolus Turns
Part 6: Love of Life
Warm coolant poured down the man's body, its thickened substance staining his skin and the dirty floor. The metal instrument stuck out of his stomach in an awkward, disturbing angle. The blue and black striped staff that had created the entire world he stood upon was now dripping with purple liquid. Such an odd, cruel irony. It didn't feel right. It didn't feel real.
His strength immediately depleted, his legs fell out from under him. As he landed hard on his knees, his hands still clutching the weapon, he felt frightened bodies rush up to him. He could not make out what they were saying as the world around him became muffled. His heart pulsed quickly in his chest, but he slowly felt all of his energy draining, the beats becoming fainter.
He made out a blurry white figure in front of him, its arms clutching him tightly. As everything began to fade away, he could just make out her soft voice.
Ch 5: A Rude Awakening "All right then, it's settled." said Needlefur. "We'll need to set out into the forest to find and get rid of Team Galactic so they won't hurt any more Pokemon."Ch 5: A Rude Awakening8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"But what about when the Daycare workers find us gone?" wondered Frostpelt.
"When he dropped us off, Eric told the Daycare couple not to worry if we went out into the forest." answered Torrentpaw.
"If they aren't going to watch us, then why leave us here anyway?" demanded Frostpelt.
"It's so we have a place to come back to rather than wander the forest wondering where to meet back up with Eric." assured Needlefur.
"With that question answered, let's go." declared Ravenpaw, standing up and shaking the grass clippings out off his black coat.
The group of Pokemon arose and pursued Ravenpaw, who was already heading towards the fence.
"Ravenpaw, wait!" Fireheart called after his younger bro
9-11... RememberA wise man once said that the natural state of man is war. Peace, he added, is just a time for preparation.9-11... Remember5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I don't think anything could have "prepared" us for what happened, though... maybe Armageddon. Yeah. Armageddon might have whipped us into shape.
Nobody saw it coming. I mean, there are spooks and spies and masterminds high up in the hush-hush intelligence bracket, but I doubt even the smartest sleuth out of all of 'em could have seen it the way it played out. It just... happened. It happened, and all we could do was sit there, paralyzed, during the whole ordeal.
Correction: not all of us sat there and gaped like fishes. A few good men and women went to do something about it. They were the bravest of the brave, the cream of the crop, as my grandmother would say. They went into the valley of the shadow without a second thought, doing their duty to protect and preserve their fellow man. They ran headlong into hell like it was just another day on the job. Straight into the jaws of d
MiracleTwenty-one years old with only minutes to live.Miracle4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
The girl on the stretcher shakes at the heart of a storm of EMTs racing the gurney, a string of distressed relations running after. Certain death, a flash infection, quickly now to the quarantine room; there'll be more than one life at stake when hell breaks loose.
Halls, corners, a twirl through bleak doors and into a place with one door, no windows, and a bed for dying on. The young woman is lifted onto the plastic mattress. Her eyes are frantic, fixed on something horribly distant, her mouth clenches and gapes, her fingers shake themselves to blurs. Baby, baby, oh my baby. The dad is at her head, big hands clench the steel bedframe like the brink of hell, tears trickle openly into his beard as he struggles to speak to his dying child, a million minutes wouldn't be enough to say what he needs to and the doctor is saying there may be less than ten.
Three rooms distant the chest of the second victim heaves.
The mom is as shaken as
Dream of the broken childNever forget the dream of the broken childDream of the broken child7 years ago in Open More Like This
The dream of running that extra mile
To love and be loved, to never be hurt again
To have someone to laugh with, until the end
A smile is but a gesture they could obtain
But every time they try their attempts are all in vain
The child has been stricken, broken to the core
What a dream it would be to say not anymore
To walk into the sunset, feeling safe and secure
Knowing now that they need nothing more
For the heart to be touched, something to penetrate the walls surrounding
Something that they can clutch deep, something that will keep on holding
The dream of the broken child is no simple story
It is a dream everyone must obtain, so we can live in glory
Everybodys been broken, burnt to the core
It is time to stand up and say not anymore
FrUK - Our Sweet KissesArthur sat stiffly in his wicker chair, his alarmed eyes watching the high flickering flames that crackled away in the grate of the fireplace. He tapped his fingers on the arm rest agitatedly. It wasn't meant to have happened...it wasn't planned or anything ludicrous like that, it had just...occurred. And yes, he was aware that he was beginning to sound like some sap of a teenager in one of those romcom films America loved to dish out like hot cakes.FrUK - Our Sweet Kisses4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sighing, England let his fingers touch his kiss swollen lips. Involuntarily he shivered; the imprint of France's touch still too fresh in his mind to leave him in any real peace. He could remember exactly how it had felt...how good it had felt.
Lifting his emerald eyes back to the bright orange flames in the hearth Arthur let the fire morph into shapes in his mind and let his sub conscious play out the scene that had been lingering behind his closed eyelids for over a day now...
Soft fingers gently caressed Arthur's
Collectors - Angela DiDAngela was exhausted by the time cheerleading practice was over. She had woken at 6 AM to get ready for school, gone through classes all day then practice afterwards. She had to stay late going over some of the paperwork for the cheerleading competition the next weekend and by the time she reached the parking lot, gym bag slung over her shoulder, it was dark and the lot was practically empty, save for a couple of scattered cars.Collectors - Angela DiD6 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
The blonde high school senior sighed as she dug around her purse for her car keys. She hadnt bothered to change out of her uniform yet, as she was eager to get home, get a decent meal and some rest, so even the fact that she had to search for her keys got on her nerves. When she finally found them, she let out a sigh of relief and pushed the key into the lock, more than ready to get into the car and head home. However, before she even had the chance to open the door, someone grabbed her from behind.
Before she had the chance to cry out for help, a hand cl
That BookEncouragementThat Book4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hello. Do you remember me? I'm that book, over there. We met a long time ago. In fact, next summer it will have been ten years.
I'm also not finished. At first, I thought you forgot about me, but that is ridiculous. I ring through your mind even today, if only a faint background noise. My story still exists, and you yearn still to continue it - yet you hesitate. Yet you make excuses. And now, I know what you are thinking.
You are afraid of writing poorly. You are afraid of losing your place, of forgetting where the plot was going - of becoming everything you despise. And now, you consider forsaking me.
Keep on going, my friend. I have been there through your tough years: when you were alone, angry, and hurt, I was who you turned to. I fueled you to carry on toward your dream. You gave your heart to me when you kept writing, even after you lost all your work. You cannot simply forget me, or simply quit writing. I will always be there, as I am now, in the back
It's a Curse: Notes on Eric ThedrialSo. I feel like Eric's up there with Tom as a character who comes with a lot of technical baggage I've never publically unpacked. Read on for a tale of god-complexes, monstrous curses, hunts and rampages, massive abuse of the ageing process, and history's worst case of polyphagia.It's a Curse: Notes on Eric Thedrial3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Welcome back to the Network, a world made of worlds connected, when not by simple geography, then by dimension-puncturing portals. We're going somewhere we haven't been before. The land is Nimisia, the year is, by our calendar, 1611. Gammon is a prosperous little city-state amidst a mess of prosperous little city-states and if rolling countryside, charming forests, and sparkling lakes are your thing, this is a peachy place. Well. If you aren't a peasant. We are in a time of serfs and lords.
If you are landed gentry however, sunny are your skies, green are your horizons, your cup floweth over. You live in a palace with colorful flags and people who take care of things and are generally free to socialize