AS: The Unluckiest Number prt1AS: The Unluckiest Number prt14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Unluckiest Number
Things just keep going from bad to worse
A fresh wave of guilt washed over Adrian as he slowly followed his father up the front steps. Danny had remained quiet the entire trip home, and that could only mean he was hurt deeply by his son's words. The young teen couldn't help but feel some sympathy for his dad, but he felt like his outburst was justified. After all, he was still mad at Danny for not being around very much, and the fact that Adrian and his siblings got kidnapped every couple of weeks and had to be rescued just made him feel more bitter and frustrated. He sighed as he trudged through the door.
Before he was even all the way inside, a usually soft voice assaulted his ears with an excited scream. "BROTHER!!!!" The next thing Adrian knew, a pair of arms wrapped around his neck and he could barely keep stable from the sudden added weight.
The boy glanced down to see his littlest sister, Lilith Ann Fenton, hugging him tightly. She was dressed
Bite MeBite Me: An Analysis of the Myth of Woman in Stephenie Meyer's TwilightBite Me4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Since being published in 2005, Stephenie Meyer's Twilight has gone from just another young adult fantasy novel to a cult phenomenon that has gripped millions of readers of all ages. When a piece of literature becomes as widespread as Twilight, it becomes especially important to examine the messages it is sending to its readers many of whom, in Twilight's case, are impressionable young women. By applying a feminist lens to the novel and examining it in terms of Simone de Beauvoir's myth of woman, it is revealed that Twilight is a hotbed of antifeminist sentiment, from the skewed balance of power to the simple fact that none of the women in the novel are employed. If only because of the book's wide range of impact due to its bloated and romance-blinded fan base, it is important to take de Beauvoir's advice for viewing literature and expose how the myth of woman is perp
Adrian Spook, PrologueAdrian Spook, Prologue6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Since the day I was born, my eyes have beheld the Ghostzone
The air was freezing. All around, voices whispered from shadows, their owners trying to catch a glimpse of what was happening in the abyss below. A silence fell over the area, a new cry echoed into the depths of the Ghostzone. The gathered spirits murmured excitedly. It had actually happened; the halfa's offspring had been born in the middle of the realm of the dead.
Sam Fenton held a little bundle in her arms as her amethyst eyes darted around, catching glimpses of nearby ghosts. Warily she clutched her precious cargo closer to her chest. Inside the soft blankets, two small eyes stared curiously at the surroundings. The child was a newborn, and the world he now saw was an awe-inspiring mystery to him.
The mother of the little miracle looked to her husband worriedly. "I still can't believe he was born her in the Ghostzone Doctor Patterson said our child would be born next week, not this "
Death of a ChildOnce upon a time, I knew a little girl.Death of a Child4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Her eyes were bright green and full of energy, her hair cascaded down her waist in straight auburn lines, falling to the middle of her thighs. She always wore a smile; inherited from her mother. She spewed out quick wit that her father so generously gave to her.
She wore pink and loved the idea of make-up and boys. She would spend a few minutes a day practicing batting her eyelashes in the mirror beside her best friend. They would fall into giggles before running to their class together side-by-side.
She would talk of what the perfect boy would be like: he'd be super handsome. He'd buy her roses everyday and would say just the right things. He'd be smart and rich and he'd drive a really fancy car. Her family would love him and they would get married in the middle of a big church with 347 people attending, including the members of Nsync as their band.
She would grow up, she believed, and she would be pretty. She'd still be fun and liked as she was