Sticks and Stones"The birth parents you are trying to reach do not love you. Please hang up."Sticks and Stones3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"You are a horrible person. I'm serious, that's what it says. A horrible person."
The Aperture Science Handheld Portal Device slammed against the wall all the way at the opposite side of the chamber, soliciting a loud, impromptu gasp from the speakers. Several panels quickly moved to catch it before it could fall into the acid pit below.
"So," the AI said, voice easily smoothing over as though she'd never been thrown off her guard, "I see all those years in stasis have not improved your intelligence levelwhich is far lower than average, in case you needed the reminder. Look. You may have finished this chamber, but you still have more to complete. A lot more to complete, in fact. So why don't you attempt to figure out a way to retrieve the portal device? Because I'm certainly not going to do it for you."
The only movement from the test subject was a slight shakin
The Part Where HeA scream from the potato on the end of the ASHPD, followed by, "Well, this is the part where he kills us."The Part Where He4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
They bounced off a panel right onto a platform in the middle of a bunch of spike-covered mashing plates.
Chell's eyes drifted to the only portalable area while Wheatley spoke on his screens cheerfully. "Hello! This is the part where I kill you. Had a brainwave. There I was, just smashing some steel plates together, and I thought to myself 'Yeah, it's deadly, but what's missing?"
The girl ignored Wheatley's rambling, noticing the conversion gel dripping on a surface below the screen then looking back to the one portable wall she'd noticed before. The angle might work
"It's still a work in progress, don't judge me yet. Um, but eventually I'd like to get them to sorta shoot fire at yo"
Chell fired an orange portal at the gel and a blue one at the wall. "Nonono! Don't do that!" Wheatley protested. "Stand right"
But the test subject was faster than hi
Portal 100 Themes - Sparkle100 Theme Challenge #44 - SparklePortal 100 Themes - Sparkle4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The driving rain thundered angrily against the roof of the tin shed. Underneath the overhang, Chell had collapsed, wet, cold, and exhausted beyond all belief. It had been days since she'd found food, days since she'd slept. She was fortunate enough to find a little stream where fresh water flowed, but the strange creatures that occupied that space - large, bipedal squidlike things that shot sticky, fetid masses of goo - allowed her no rest or reprieve. She didn't want to return to Aperture, to that aggressive AI who wanted her for nothing more than insults and amusement, but deep down she knew she had no other choice.
She had been sitting in the wet mud for several minutes now, inexplicably hesitant to try the door. The shed's overhang offered little protection from the rain, and a cold blast of wind announced the approaching night. Giving a resigning sigh, she raised a weary hand to knock on the metal door, fully aware that GLaDOS's cameras had probab
As Deadly as PoisonRoxas x ZexionAs Deadly as Poison5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'I haven't slept like that in ages' the slate haired teenager thought to himself happily, his beautiful lilac eyes still closed as he nuzzled deeper into the bed covers that were warming his body, he had been so worn out from hanging around with his best friend, Demyx, that he had forgotten how tiring the blonde could be when he was hyper.
"Zexion!" the sound of his little sister made him groan, pulling his pillow over his head as he heard his bedroom door slam loudly against his wall, clearly having been pushed open with some force, "Zexion!" she squealed again as she launched her small body on top of him, giggling as he made an 'ouff' noise in slight pain.
"Xion, please, it's half six in the morning!" Zexion grumbled as he moved the pillow from his head and sat up rubbing his eyes, his hair falling into them as he looked at the small black haired girl who was sitting on his lap with an innocent look on her face.
"So, you still have to get up!" Xion smiled and then slid
KH:: Through Thick + Thin Ch10Through Thick and Thin:: Ch. 10KH:: Through Thick + Thin Ch104 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Pairings: Aeleus/Ienzo, Dilan/Rudol
Chapter Rating: PG-13
Notes: Modern college AU featuring the frat boy bromance between Dilan and Aeleus and the ups and downs of their relationships with Ienzo and Rudol, respectively.
The three days stretched into a full week of being bedridden, too nauseous to crawl out of bed, too weak to even think about attending class or doing anything remotely resembling work. On the seventh day, Rudol awoke from yet another fitful nightmare with thoughts of Dilan swarming his mind, but he could feel a remarkable difference. His fever had broken at long last, he'd been able to keep down the chicken soup Lumaria had made for him, and he could feel his limbs regaining strength.
"Thank god," he muttered to himself. The virus had affected him strongly, and he was grateful that the worst was over. He breathed a sigh of relief and laid prone in his bed with his eyes closed, trying t
We Are Damned: Part OneIt had been nearly eight years since Isabelle had been to an art gallery. This exact one, to be specific. The last time she'd been to this place was when she was nine, and she couldn't remember enough about the experience to say she liked it or not. Summer vacation had just begun, and the art gallery was holding a viewing of Guertena's works, the very same artist that was featured the last time she'd visited. Her parents chose not to accompany her this time. Instead, she was going alone.We Are Damned: Part One3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She entered the gallery with a nervous smile. Already, the place was packed. Some older couples stared at her curiously. Her hair was styled the same as always, and her clothing consisted of a bright red skirt and a white long sleeved dress shirt with chest pockets. She'd just bought new shoes, black Mary Janes, and was wearing a pair of white laced stockings beneath. She hoped she looked fashionable enough to attend the gallery viewing.
Strangely, she wasn't even sure of why she'd wanted to come
Help MeIt has only been a month since Chell was released from Aperture, and for some inexplicable reason she often finds herself missing it. She has a normal life now, or what passes for one, with friends and a job and her own apartment. It’s a small apartment, with just one bedroom, and her only company at night is her Companion Cube. She likes to talk to it, even though it doesn’t talk back, and the thought never crosses her mind that someone might be listening.Help Me4 years ago in Humor More Like This
But of course someone is. Someone who always has been, and someone who always will be.
“And I also don’t think that guy had any right to treat Sandra that way,” Chell says, continuing to hand-wash her dinner dishes as she does so. “But of course he’s a customer, so he’s always right and all that shit, and we really couldn’t do anything about it.” She sighs as she finishes up, then turns to look at the cube, which is sitting on the sofa. Giving it a smile, she come
Protect MeThe small room is just enough for Zexion to occupy. It only has the essentials, nothing more. The walls are plain and the floor scoffed and unkempt. He finds himself sighing to the ceiling as he lays on his back. Zexion has only been here for a little while but he's lucky to have at least that.Protect Me8 months ago in Romance More Like This
The ruler of this place, a withdrawn man by the name of DiZ, allows him to stay. In fact, the man hadn't put up a fight at all and readily welcomed the Nobody. For what reason Zexion is not sure of. Something in the pit of his stomach says it's due to DiZ wanting to deal with him later and yet at the same time there's this since of familiarity. To which Zexion refuses to acknowledge or pay any mind to. DiZ doesn't speak to him at all and has forbidden him to roam free.
After all, no one knows he's alive. Not even the girl, Naminé, that lives upstairs. He's sure the rest of the Organization suspect him dead. There's no telling what Axel told them upon his return.
The mere thought of the redh
The Madness of GarryPurple, dark, creepy; those were many of the words Garry would use to describe the area he was in now. But, the area he was in now was not the thing Garry was so creeped out by. Hauntingly, the blue doll's big red eyes stared up at him. He shivered at the thought of having to touch the thing, but it had to be done in order to get the paint ball inside it's bulging stomach. He reached for the doll slowly, but the already strained seams that held the dolls stomach in place popped, and what rolled out was a red ball of paint. The purple haired, skinny man reached down and touched the slimy paint ball, not surprised as the coldness from the ball disappeared along with the paint ball. He knew that it would be in it's proper spot on the pedestal in the other room, so he wasn't worried or even surprised as he had been the first time.The Madness of Garry3 years ago in Horror More Like This
The doll hopped up and down in anger at the fact that it's treasure had been taken from it by the man it had been trying to be friends with throughout the last h
RedemptionI let you go...so blindly let you go and your form left my life.Redemption4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
My emerald orbs glare at the wall, dull and unblinking. I don't see that peach colored paint. No, I see your back as its pushed against said wall, your head turned away from me. Those short, slate locks reach down past your chin, shielding not only the right side of your face, but the rest of your face as well, at that angle. I can see my fingers reaching forward, wanting to push away those tresses and see your calculating blue-gray eyes.
The image is transparent and it fades away as I blink, stray tears trickling down my face, following the tracks that had been made previously. My fingers curl into the tousled, ebony sheets on the bed until my knuckles are white. As I clench my eyes shut, I force the images from my mind, not able to bare it any longer. My body lies itself down on the mattress as I inhale your scent off the pillow, clutching the framed photo to my chest.
You're all around me and you won't go awa
Portal 2 - Your Precious MoonPortal 2 - Your Precious Moon3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Look at the moon, Chell. Do you see how beautiful it is?
Men do not agree with us; their normal lives destroy its magic. But for us ghosts, asleep in cold ice chambers, the moon is a sight of riches, believe us.
We did not know at first we did not know until sad scientists trapped us in their laws, telling us that light is but a wave, and that it can bind us in chains if we don't obey.
But we have lived in this abyss for too long. We cannot help loving its rays. All we see above your head is pure silver it is on the face of the moon that dreams are born, did you know?
What will you do in this lovely night? Won't you move from that sad wheat field? You had better choose life, dear, now that you can. At least for you, the night smells of freedom. For us, victims of a desert, it stays a dream.
You may wonder who we are. It is simple, really we are the dead. Or just robots like me.
Never forget, Chell, her cycle is the most faithful of things. Too many poets have lied
A Princess Tutu FanfictionHis memories of her faded as he grew older, wiser. He stopped writing fairy tales and began working like a sensible, responsible, adult. He didn't go the pond much anymore, just worked, and conversed, and became more and more like the father whose memory was blurred and forgotten, just like her.A Princess Tutu Fanfiction4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Twenty years would pass before he remembered her again. Twenty years filled with work, and the life he had always secretly wanted to have. Honest work, a wonderful woman who would soon be married to him, friends who weren't imaginary and filled with hero complexes, and a place he could truly call his own.
Twenty years since he left the black smiths shop to make his own way in the world. Twenty years later he was back to clean it out and sell it, now that the man he had once considered father was dead and the funeral in the old cemetery was over.
He had decided to clean out the house himself, the thought of anyone else helping him in rediscovering his childhood terrified him, but he did not know
Temptation: Part 2 TeaserHer lids felt heavy against her skin as the young goddess slowly began to awaken from her comatose state. Grimacing at the stiffness in her body, she stretched out forcing herself up as she wondered if her encounter with Haden had merely been an awful dream her mind had conjured from her mother's lecture. However her eardrum piercing shriek proved otherwise to her innocent hopes as her bleary eyes rested on the elegant figure sitting across the room watching her every movement on the fairly large bed.Temptation: Part 2 Teaser4 years ago in Settings More Like This
"I trust you rested well, Perisia?" Haden said with what was supposed to pass of as a warm smile, but came off as a cruel smirk. She gasped for breath as her head swam to connect everything, her thoughts with her actions all seemed lost and confused.
"W-Where am I? W-what happened to me?" She said her breath coming out in gasps and hoarse whispers as Haden slowly rose from his seat, and slowly walked in her direction.
" You my lovely Perisia, are in hell. Or rather the Underworld. I did n
A Completely Wicked ParodyGlinda: Let us now celebrate the lies you have been given!A Completely Wicked Parody4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Glinda: Sings in a glass-shattering high soprano. Now I shall tell you about the life of the Witch, which all of you are celebrating the death of, even though she was actually a good person. (Gives the middle finger to Ozians).
Glinda: Deal with it. I'm telling you anyway...
Midwife: She's green! AHHHHH! SCREAMS AND RUNS AWAY
Frex: I'm now going to hate you because you are my least favorite color. Oh Oz! Why couldn't have you been purple or blue!
Melena: Wow .I actually married this guy...
Glinda: So you see her life wasn't easy
Ozians: BOOOOO NO ONE MOURNS THE WICKED
Glinda: Well I tried
Ozian: Glinda I heard from someone randomly one day running around with a Wicked poster that you were her friend. Is this true?
Glinda: Well...uh...COLLEGE TIME!
Elphaba: Yes I am green, and I have a whole boatload of fanfic writers who will agree with me. So go on and do something with your lives for a change
What is a Mary-Sue?--Character StudyIf you happen to love writing like I do, you tend to hear this term thrown around every once in a while. Mostly about characters created for fanfiction, but it can also apply to literature that stands on its own. Not everyone knows what it means, so I'll do a little clarification.What is a Mary-Sue?--Character Study3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
When most people hear the term, they think of a peppy, annoyingly snarky girl with oddly-colored hair and a contrived name who is impossibly hot, possesses an innumerable amount of magical powers, and really can do no wrong and has no weakness. And in some cases, this trope is correct. In reality however, ANY kind of character can be a Mary-Sue. It depends on how the character is portrayed by the author.
Here are some examples. I'm going to use my character Sawyer Stone from one of my stories as a healthy example of a character, and a character I just made up named Anthy Silverbell for the Mary-Sue. She's already off to a bad start due to her having that name of hers, but let's continue.
I'm going to describe
Promises Of Midnight Macaroons "I have to see you again."Promises Of Midnight Macaroons3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My footsteps echoed through the corridor that was bathed with a mix of a soft violet and a powerful royal blue.
Where am I? I mused as I continued.
A hand rested softly on my shoulders as we walked.
Who is that? I wondered in my thoughts.
A red rose was clutched in my small hands protectively, its soft velvet petals letting off some sort of mellow glow.
I turned around but nobody was there, meaning I was alone in the corridor. I began walking again, back to where I was headed.
Where am I going? I thought to myself silently.
The corridor seemed to stretch on forever, the only sound was my footsteps as I walked. I felt the hand resting on my shoulder but knew there was no one there.
"The rose "
I stopped walking and felt the sudden urge to turn around. Not being able to resist the temptation, I slowly turned and something caught my eye. A full and beautiful blue rose
Back to the Start: Prologue PROLOGUE: THE RETURNBack to the Start: Prologue4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Come up to meet you,
Tell you I'm sorry.
You don't know how lovely you are
Just like every other day for the past two years,
Chell sat indignantly against the chamber wall, waiting for a "surprise." She pondered what GLaDOS was going to do this time. Well if the AI wanted to kill her, she would have by now, and Chell knew most of the supercomputer's tricksthe lies, the hateful comments, and most importantly, the neurotoxin. But these were old tricks. GLaDOS had thrown Chell out simply because she knew she couldn't kill her, now or ever. They had become friendswell, friends was stretching it a bit frenemies, Chell concludedwhile they were in the bowels of Aperture.
So after weeks of endless testing, not even with the breaks Chell made her promise to give, GLaDOS was holding her hostage in the central chamber, seemingly for no reason whatsoever. Usually it was just to interrogate Chell or have h
100 theme challenge 40. DUE DATE40. DUE DATE.100 theme challenge 40. DUE DATE4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Chell's body twisted as a flame of pain rushed through her body.
Tears came in her eyes but even when in pain she smiled.
The pain was terrible, but it would go away soon.
And it wasn't a bad pain, even though it hurt like nothing else.
She was pregnant.
She found out a few months after she left Aperture.
She was slowly starting to get used to life outside aperture, got an apartment and a job, even started to make friends.
All the freedom included the freedom to eat cake whenever she wanted so when she started to get fatter she blamed it on that.
After six months the swelling of her body was getting noticeable to the outside world and for some reason she didn't understand back then all the women in the office smiled at her as if they knew more than she did, which they actually did!
Chell tried dieting, didn't eat anything even resembling cake, but it didn't help.
Then she searched the internet to find out what was wrong with her.
It wasn't long before she real
94. Last HopeThere was no plausible explanation for such an atrocity there was no way of rationalizing it, lessening its gravity, making light of it the Organization had been destroyed. Felled by a mere child, by shameless betrayal, by their own stupidity.94. Last Hope6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He had watched as his ranks, one by one, had been eliminated. The first few hadn't ruffled his feathers, in all honesty--the losses in Oblivion had been nothing more than acceptable exterminations in the line of duty. There had been traitors amongst their numbers, after all, and execution was the only way to deal with such an abhorrence. But as the destruction climbed, slowly creeping through The World That Never Was like some diseased ivy, he found his ire rising.
Organization XIII. They were fighters. They were strategists. They were brilliant, and now they were no more.
It was an outrage.
Kingdom Hearts cast a pale light through the hall's panes, almost mocking in its presence. There w
Ienzo's HairIenzo looked at himself in the mirrior. He needed a haircut. His brunnette hair was down to his shoulders. The young man could've been mistaken for a girl. Ienzo had begged everyone in the castle to cut his hair, but everyone had said that they were too busy. At this rate his hair would be as long as Braig's! Then he would have to wear it in that horrifing ponytail. NO! Well if no one would cut it for him...he would just do it himself.Ienzo's Hair8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ienzo carefully snuck into Dilan's room. The man had a thing for sharp objects, and Ienzo didn't want crappy scissors to cut his hair. A pair of gleaming purple scissors sat on Dilan's writing desk. The boy grabbed the scissors and stuffed them in his pants pocket. He ran out of the room, so that he didn't have to face the wrath of Mr. Dreadlocks.
Ienzo had what he needed, but there was something else he wanted to do. He hated the color of his hair. Brown...like mud. Remembering the bottle of bleach in Even's lab, Ienzo decided it was time to go blonde.
Strange Mad EcstasyI can't sleep.Strange Mad Ecstasy6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It wasn't so much that he wasn't able to as that he didn't dare to. The music Demyx was working on was possibly his greatest composition ever, and if he stopped, even to eat or sleep, he was afraid he'd lose his inspiration and be unable to continue. Five days he'd been working on it without pause, alone in the Hall of Empty Melodies, only pausing to take his hearing aids out when someone - usually Axel or Roxas - tried to get him to take a break, or to put them back on after they left. Selective hearing could be such a gift sometimes. Kept him from getting distracted, when distraction could mean disaster, as far as his work in progress was concerned. He couldn't let himself feel tired, couldn't let himself feel hungry, had to keep working. If he could no longer feel the empty spot in his chest, why should he feel the empty spot in his gut?
Perfect. It had to be perfect to be good enough. Sure, none of the others would probably care if it wasn't - they'd just clap
DarknessThe darkDarkness3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That pitch blackness, total and absolute absence
Is it friend or foe?
Behind closed eyes it is comforting, a prelude to sleep
In eyes open wide it is oppressive, a prelude to fear
What is it about the dark
that incites our greatest fears?
Makes them real and unseen
A shambling horror waiting out of sight
and coming closer with each passing moment
Every sound makes the heart race, beating like a drum
That clutch of terror, icy and paralyzing
But where do you run when you cannot see?
What is it about the dark
that makes us calm and serene?
The harsh light of reality has left
leaving behind the dark silence of sleep, of dreams
From darkness comes peace, a serenity of the mind
An escape from what's real, for just a little while
Darkness was all we knew once, before being thrust upon the world
And we embrace it when it comes like we would an old friend.
The Part Where He...It was a simple trap, yet brilliant in that simplicity: set up a series of aerial faith plates to catapult that wretched little girl and her stupid vegetable companion into a funnel, that would lead to a panel that would send them to a platform right in the middle of several spike-plates. Wheatley smirked proudly as he looked over his trap again, she would never see it coming. No matter how good a jumper she was that did bugger all if there wasn't any nearby ledges or portal surfaces to jump to.The Part Where He...4 years ago in Drama More Like This
It was a shame really, Chell was such a good test subject. Or at least she was. Now that she had found out a way to stop giving Wheatley the solution euphoria he so desperately longed to feel, she was entirely useless to him. Those tests were fun, but he needed to feel that euphoria. He would get that sensation again soon enough, because Chell would be dead and those two little robots were going to run his tests; and if that didn't work out he was confident he could ge
Society and InsanitySOCIETY and INSANITYSociety and Insanity4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They fear my own existence.
They lock me up in shame.
They hide me as if I'm not here.
Everything's on me to blame.
Ignore that wretched creature.
Pretend they don't exist.
They're nothing but imagination
As solid as the mist.
Can't you hear my pleading cries?
I am here in front of you!
I exist and you can hear me.
There is nothing you can do!
We will always lock you up,
In the cold and in the dark,
Where no one can hear you screaming.
Fear and weakness are your marks.
No! I beg of you!
I am human, too.
I am breathing and I love.
I forgive and I can rue.
It is too late, you filthy monster.
The curse is upon thee.
Everybody will believe us
For we are your SOCIETY.
Then I am weak and powerless
against you, SOCIETY.
People will forever fear me
For I am INSANITY.