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 "
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
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
Growing Up"Grow up!" they often tell me.Growing Up5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Get a life!" they always say.
But.... What do they expect me to do?
Send the innocence away?
I don't understand your logic...
You always said the magic was here...
In this place where my childhood still remains,
With no discomfort, sadness, or fear...
Now I'm 'too old' for things such as fantasy...
'Too far away' from the things I once held dear.
You wonder why I act so awkward now,
When you've left me with nothing here!
I've tried to do your bidding...
I've tried to do as you asked...
But, you know... growing up like you?
....It's not such an easy task.
Don't YOU remember these times?
For you, too, were once my age.
You were once in the spot light like I am now,
Thrust upon center stage.
You chose your dismal course in life.
And now look - how distraught you've become!
Yet now! Even with these memories!
You still force yourselves upon your young!
Telling us lies all about adulthood
When you too, are still nothin
what is art?I do not call myself an artist, why? You may ask, well I do not create art, but then again what is art? A painting, a piece of music, a sculpture a poem, a story, a video game . this? Is this art? And what is good art? If I think a painting is ugly does it make that painting less of an art work? And what if I find this painting to be so ugly, so repulsive that I rather look at a dog crap, is the painting still art? And if so, is the dog crap art too? I mean I rather look at that instead of the painting? But then on the other hand I would not hang the crap on the wallwhat is art?6 years ago in Other More Like This
And how is good art measured, is it the amount of time the artist spends on his work, is it how groundbreaking his work is? Is it how much we can discuss, interpret the work in different ways?
Or is it a matter of scale? How big it is, how much color is used, how long the song is, and so on and if it is a matter of scale, is more better or is less more?
Or maybe it is a matter of po
The Mane Twelve Chapter 7 - The FreedomThe Mane Twelve Chapter 7 - The Freedom2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Mane Twelve Chapter 7 - The Freedom
Violet Haze led the second part of the Assault group through her proud steps. Her role as the leader fed the fire of confidence that now burned within her with passion. Right behind her stepped the Vita Twins, which accompanied Pinkie Pie. The pink mare was silent, lost in an aura of complete neutrality. The once cheerful party pony that was once well-known in Ponyville was no more, yet it was not another pony that had taken her place. She was neither happy, nor sad. She just... was, like an empty shell. Dolce's eyes drifted to the side, and managed to land a quick glance at the mare. Perhaps their support was not enough...
Nevertheless, Dolce kept a constant smile on her face, even if it wa
A new life in Baltimare-Dolce and Oscura Vita (1)It had only been one week ever since life returned back to normal. Or it would if everything was okay... We were on the move for a while, me and sis, trying to find a new place that suited our needs. Till we reached Baltimare. Crowded, stylish, modern, everything Dolce needed to proceed with her fashion career. I just followed, figured it would be best for her...A new life in Baltimare-Dolce and Oscura Vita (1)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And Baltimare was indeed quite the place to live in. It reminded me a lot of Canterlot, back at university. That was a good year back then. After that, everything changed... Everything happened so fast...
It would be best not to think about it...
Mum and dad must be travelling again, we didn't seem to have any mail in quite a while. A phone call could have helped too... My best guess would be that they were back at Foalorence, visiting relatives. I was always neutral 'bout Foalorence. It's too...romantic for me, plus the accent kind of gets on my nerves. It's a good thing I spent most of my years in Canterlot.
Somepony That I Used to KnowSomepony That I Used to Know2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Now and then I think of when you were on the show
Like when you said you just don't what went rone
Told myself that you were right for kids
And felt so happy in your company
But that was friendship and it's a feeling I still remember
You can get addicted to a certain kind of (pony/show)
Like waiting for the season finale
Always the finale
So when we found that you could not make the rote
Well you said that you would still be in the back
But I'll admit that I was sad that you were over
But they didn’t have to censored you
Fro-ing her out like a baked-bad
And that she were nothing
And they don’t even think of your fans
But they treat you like a baked-bad
And that feels so rone
They didn’t have to to censorer you
Make the bronys cry in there beds
And then change the Dr name
I guess that they don’t like us though
Now you’re just somepony that I used to know
Now you’re just somepony that I used to know
Now you’re jus
The Worst"Come on, England. We're going to be okay. Everything's fine. Everything's perfect." America lies to him as he supports the wounded Nation on his shoulder. England knows that America is trying to smile because 'he always does when things get bad.' America keeps up his stream of reassurances as they near the bunker, taking one step after another towards safety. "We're fine. The bunker's right there." England stumbles as another wave of bombs drops on London, a fresh spurt of blood begins to seep through his shirt. 'And I just changed those bandages, too.' England thinks dryly to himself. "Hey, we'll make it, just a few more steps, it's going to be okay, England."The Worst4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It irritates him that America has been spending so much of his time trying to reassure him lately. England had been living with the Blitz for long enough before America had arrived, and it wasn't as if that had killed him then. America shouldn't be supporting him towards the bunker in England's backyard, he should
ModernAU MarcoxReader kissing accident6 years~ModernAU MarcoxReader kissing accident3 months ago in Romance More Like This
"Please!", a small (h/c) girl cried.
She was alone again in the playground. All the other kids didn't want to play with her. They bullied her physically and mentally at the same time.
She only wanted to play with the other children.
Play hide and seek or run with them over the playground.
But no. They didn't want her to join. It was just the day before or the day before that day. It was everyday the same but she tried and tried it.
Her lips started to tremble and her eyes watered.
"Oh. Does the little baby start crying?", the boy asked with a faked worried tone. An evil smirk appeared on his face.
"We don't want little crying babies to play with us. Go home. We don't like you! ", he said and pointed out his tongue to her.
Now she was really crying.
"I hate you!", she cried and ran away from this mean children.
Tears were streaming down her cheeks so she could barely see where she was running.
After a few minutes she stumbled over a small stone and
Pokemon: SoulSilver Drabbles 1001. Don't LaughPokemon: SoulSilver Drabbles 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I have an acquaintance that most people know as Mr. Pokèmon. He keeps raving about all of these discoveries, but--" Professor Elm stopped abruptly, frowning. "Lyra? Is something the matter?"
"N - No. It's nothing." Lyra put a fist in front of her mouth, trying very hard to reign in her giggles, but it was difficult. "That's a, uh -- a very interesting name." She tried to choke back another laugh, but failed, and Professor Elm sighed, looking faintly irritated.
"I know it isn't the most original name out there, but he is a good friend, and that isn't the point, anyway. If you could just not laugh and listen . . ."
"Right, right." Lyra cleared her throat, straightened up, and tried to look serious. "Sorry." Even so, she couldn't help the way her lips twitched at the corners, or the laugh that kept trying to crawl up her throat.
002. Running Shoes
"They're brand new! See you around!" The old man thrust the box of shoes into Lyra's hand
The First Time She flitted through the window and over to the bed, a spark of light glinting off the edge of the coin that she held tight. She was excited. Queen Toothiana would be excited about this one too because it was his first tooth! Normal procedure was to fly under the pillow, retrieve the tooth and leave the coin, and exit the room, but she loved it when she collected a first tooth and couldn't help but pause to peer into the child's face.The First Time1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
He was mostly in shadow, but enough light came in for her to make out his brown hair and childish face. Even in sleep there was almost something impish in it, fun loving, but it was the mouth her attention was drawn to. His lips were parted slightly as soft breaths escaped gently to the air, the deep quiet breaths of sound slumber. Very faintly could she make out the white of his teeth.
She really shouldn't have, but she wanted to see where the tooth had been, so she sat down on his chin, causing his mouth
A tale of Goliad"Why must we fight, brother?" Goliad said, locked in an eternal mental chess battle with her brother, Stormo.A tale of Goliad2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Because you feel the need to choke the air and drown the seas. Because I am the spirit of freedom and selflessness, and you are the embodiment of oppression and greed"
Stormo moved one of his knights forward as his starting move.
Goliad moved her pawn forward.
"But everyone is beneath Goliad. Goliad is stronger than all. Why should Goliad be an equal?"
"Because one day someone will come who is stronger than you, and you will pray that they don't share your ideals"
Goliad moved yet another pawn. The game continued on like this for a while, in silence.
Goliad finally said
"But I can make them perfect, brother. They can never make mistakes"
"What you call leadership is cowardice. A true leader doesn't feel mistakes, they use failure. Something can only bend so much before it breaks. I am disgraced to be related to such a weakling"
Goliad suddenly shouted "Why should I care about
How High Can You Fly With Blackened Wings? Castiel lay on the ground, his broken ribs taking longer than usual to heal. Uriel had punished him, much to Anna's delight. "Good, Uriel. That's very good," she had said, surveying the bruises on Castiel's body as one might survey a new house. "You did well. He deserved to be beaten."How High Can You Fly With Blackened Wings?2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Uriel looked at her, his deep black eyes showing his distrust. She was his commander though, so he played the part of good soldier, fleeing the scene as quickly as possible.
Anna kneeled down, smiling savagely as Castiel's eyes widened. "I have seen the colour of your wings." His breath caught in his throat, and her sadistic smile widened. "I know that you are not one of us. And you most certainly aren't like me."
Castiel coughed, his face twisting at the taste of blood, making a mental note to give Uriel a beating that was equivalent to t
Leap of FaithHe's living in a world whereLeap of Faith4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's wrong to be happy,
where people don't want to hear
about the way he pulls rainbows
from the sky for paint, regards
the world as his easel where
mistakes just add to the beauty.
No, people want to hear the way he
can pluck melodies from his heartstrings,
wound too tightly after repetitive
heartbreaks to songs written in Minor,
about the price of every tear he sheds,
each a shard of his stained-glass soul that is
p i e c e s.
But he doesn't want to know the true cost of
pain, because he knows that happiness is
priceless, and that a soul is meant to fly despite
all of the reasons it has to remain grounded,
or all of the weights tied to your ankles. Because
My sister and I It was A cold winter day when my sister Pippa was born. I was only six at the time and when I heard that I was going to be a big brother, I did not except it one bit but all of that changed when I saw Pippa for the first time... Heh. I was mesmerized by her since I never saw one so small, of course my mom just paid attention to Pippa so I felt alone and that is when I did all I could to get my mom to see me but my dad just told me that I was being a nonsense and he shooed me away so that is when I started to get in to mischief.My sister and I1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Years past and Pippa was four and I was 11 and we still did not get along in till one day.. I was helping my dad get firewood when I heard a scream so I stopped what I was doing and rushed to see that Pippa was trapped by some bullies so I yelled at the bullies and they came after me and Pippa got away while I started fighting them to protect my sister in the end the Bullies ran away injured and All I had was a black eye, Pippa of course
Kidnap CelestiaLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, laKidnap Celestia2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Tie her up with rope
Gag her with a rag and then
Treat her like a dope
We'll wait until the sun is down,
To sneak into her castle, then
Knock her out and flee the scene
So the ponies won't see her ever again
I say we cut off the horn
Of this great big sunlight alicorn
We'll pluck her feathers, cut her hair
And use it all to clean our lair
Shackle all her heels
Trap her for 1000 years
Then see how she feels
The time has come to take her place
And prove that she's a big disgrace
She'll cry and cry, I do believe
Til next Hearth's Warming eve
I say we lock her up real tight
Inside a great big steel birdcage
Leave her there without a bite
Till the princess dies of old age
You stupid foal, the Princess
Has lived well over a thousand years
We'll pass away long before her, and
She'll laugh until she drowns in tears
Turn her into stone
Take her far away, and th
-h, th-s -s n-th-ng.When all the words fail, you know what to blame-h, th-s -s n-th-ng.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for lack of these would strip away all meaning
spun and embedded in each woven phrase.
The emotions and feelings would be nonexistent
as blank as the poignant dash in their place
that welcomes every interpr-tation and int-nt.
And m-ybe words would nev-r even be wr-tten
-r g-ven a th-ught
b-ca-se no -ne w-ll und-rstand
-nd w-ll -tt-mpt t- -nd-rst-nd
wh-t-v-r -t -s w- m--n t- s-y.
WtP: Lost Treasures ConclusionFor the remainder of the day, the Hundred Acre Wood was filled with laughter and cries of joy. It was the happiest the forest had been in a little over a decade. There was storytelling and singing, honey eating and swimming. Tigger and Roo took it upon themselves to teach Kris everything he had to know about their home, including how to bounce.WtP: Lost Treasures Conclusion2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Rabbit and Christopher cleaned the garden while Pooh and Piglet helped Kanga, Owl and Eeyore clean the inside of Rabbit's houseto their surprise, upon arriving, they discovered that the paint and the mess had returned. However, when more than one worked together to clean a mess, it's only a matter of time before the mess is unmessed. And so, after the yard and the house were tidy, they went and played games in the forest, and Pooh climbed a honey tree to enjoy a well-deserved meal.
Of course, following that was a game of chase with the hive's bees. But, all-in-all, it had been a very remarkable day.
"I think my tummy will be happy fo
Follow Me Ch 32: RivalryFollow MeFollow Me Ch 32: Rivalry3 years ago in Romance More Like This
A Pokémon Heart Gold/Soul Silver Story
"Soul, do you need any help getting ready for dinner?" Red asked as he poked his head in the kitchen some time later.
Soul turned, a pile of bowls, cups, and silverware in her arms. "Hm? Oh, no, I've got it..." she said, shifting her weight so the stacked cups containing the spoons didn't topple over.
"Doesn't look like it," Red said with a chuckle as he crossed the short distance and relieved her of the items. "By the way, the nurse said she had to make a run into Viridian to assist with an emergency at the local Center, so she won't be joining us for dinner. It'll just be us and that Silver guy."
Soul gulped. Perfect, she thought. Just perfect.
Red set the stack on the counter and separated the glasses. "Honestly, I wish it was just the two of us, but not much I can do about it."
The pit in Soul's stomach grew tighter. Secretly, she wished the same, but whether or not that was b
Haku Returns chapter 1Haku Returns chapter 13 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
WtP: Lost Treasures chp25Pooh raised his eyebrows in shock at the sound of the voice. Without wondering whose it was, he snatched his head up and looked to see who had grabbed his paw.WtP: Lost Treasures chp252 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Strange Man was holding him with both hands, hanging over the ledge which had faded back into view as if by magic. As he smiled warmly, the trees and the sky behind him faded into view and the world Pooh knew came back to life.
"I've got you," the man repeated in a gentle tone.
Pooh stared at him in silent wonder, wondering why his voice seemed familiar again and why the Strange Man had bothered to come back. But then a twinkle in his brown eyes caught Pooh's attention, and then the smile, and then the brown hair. That's when he realized that the feeling that flowed from his hands into the bear was not cold and heartless like it had been the day he chased Pooh through the forest; instead, he felt warmth and love and hopethe touch only a child could have.
And there was only one boy Pooh had ever known to have that kind