The Nine of ClubsTwo large men in white lab coats dragged him down the hallway by his arms. All he could do see was stare at the pale blue tiles that filled the building. Looking up periodically he'd glance at the green walls. These walls, these floors, they were his world. All he had could ever remember, lied withing these wallsThe Nine of Clubs7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Which one do we have here?", asked the receptionist from behind the reinforced glass window at her desk.
"It's Subject Number Nine", one of the men had said as they approached the receptionist.
"Again", added the other man, gripping Number Nine tightly by his plain white shirt.
"What happened?", inquired the receptionist looking at his torn white pants and matching shirt. The shirt had a number nine printed on the right side of the upper chest.
"One of the doctors watching over this one administered the wrong medication"
"He wasn't properly sedated and attempted to escape."
Number Nine hung just above t
The LibraryMy library is my life. I have spent year upon year of my time both gathering and organizing the books in my possession. What started as mere interest deformed into obsession and is the cause of my current predicament. For you to fully comprehend the nature of my tale, I must go back to its beginning. All storylines have a beginning and I do not wish to deprive you of one.The Library6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
If you are reading this manuscript you have found my house, unless this document has been moved. My abode resides on the summit of a small hill which overlooks a small village. I am the peoples superior because of my family heritage, and the humble citizens have nothing but respect for me. Due to my status, I find time to indulge in the wonders of education and fantasy. I often find myself rested under my splendid trees with the comfort of a book. I have always been an avid collector. My personal library began in the study of my house, a large rectangular room, which I lined with shelves reaching from
The Fire-LionI'm not like so good painting or drawing...in fact my pictures look more like a childs doodling...except the child's pictures would look more talented. So when i had an idea for a character and wanted to draw it out, i figured i'd paint the picture with words, possibly as some kind of poem or such for the fun of it.The Fire-Lion5 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Few men can claim to have seen it,
But those that have can never forget it.
The liars and the posers are always caught
Because they can never capture the look;
The look in the eyes of every one ever to witness it's glory.
It remains there, and when you look into those eyes,
You can see the beast within,
Burned through the heart and soul
As if the fires have ignited something deep within.
Years aren't counted by some calender or the equinox,
Years are counted by the roar,
The roar that beast bellows at the dawn of every new year,
And the dusk of each one passing.
From the peaks of the same mountain,
every year he bellows, his voice carried across all the lands of the world,
Persona Bio :: EmiiFull name: Emylii Rosanne TailtonPersona Bio :: Emii2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Nickname(s) or Alias: Emii (Preferable called), Chase
Species: Human//Gray Wolf Hybrid
Age: 13 Years
Birthday: June 20th1999
Sexuality: Bisexual (Doesn't really have a gender preferance.)
Religion: Jewish (Not Religious)
Currently lives: Nowhere (Her, Kenzii, Willy, and Clause are currently moving.)
Native language: English
Relationship Status: Taken by Kenzii (Kenzieeeeee)
Height: 5 foot 6
Weight: 95 Pounds
Figure/build: Tallish, kinda skinny even though she eats allot and is very lazy, not muscular at all.
Hair colour: Chocolate brown
Hairstyle: Really long hair, she's never cut it before and never plans to.
Eye colour: Strangely, gray though her mother had bright blue eyes, and her father had green eyes. Also she can't see v
Angus's storyMachi was an idiot, leaving me in the rain. I lost all inhibition then. I decided that I didn't care what anyone thought of me, and look where I've ended up. My sisters talk to me all the time, but I never hear from mum and dad. I'm taking a guess that they're homophobic, seeing as I am after all gay. I never judge anyone, because I have zombie and vampire genes, as well as being the son of the sprite of the stars. It's hard trying to make friends when your clothes are torn and dirty, and you have nowhere permanent to stay. The part of my hair that was once blonde was now a midnight blue. I do have one friend though, and that's my friend Benny. He's always known what to do in any situation, and I try my best to phone him often. His mum doesn't mind him having a gay friend, because her brother is gay too. Mrs Jones is really nice, and she lets Benny and his brothers and sisters visit wherever I live at the time. I've been called a whore a few times, just because I once needed money so bAngus's story3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Trials of Brotherhood - 3twoTrials of Brotherhood - 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Loki's chambers are green. Very, very green. It's almost like being lost in a forest.
Thor remembers a time when he was free to enter these rooms at will. When he would relay stories of majestic battles (somewhat exaggerated) and Loki would listen, awestruck. And later, when his brother would levitate candles and make shapes in the darkness and Thor would look on in wonder. Times, too, when his own chambers were invaded by nightmares and he found refuge in the huge, green, quiet rooms that seemed to go on forever.
But they grew apart. Or perhaps it had always been that way only neither one had realized it. All Thor knew was that his visits to Loki's chambers had grown fewer and farther between. One day they had stopped altogether.
Thor tries to recall his most recent conversation with the younger prince, but comes up empty. Perhaps they exchanged a few words at last week's gala (to celebrate his grand victory on Niflheim). Mere courtesy.
Then why is he here? He isn't entirely sure,
Romance, but not as we know It 06Their first dance was a little clumsy, due to Loki's inability to calculate her next move (though he could have sworn she was enjoying him being off-balance). They both agreed Loki would lead first, for him to get used to the motions of the tango. Natasha was not making it easy. She waited until the last moment to move in a different way, shifting her weight onto her front foot while leaning backward, nearly tripping him as he jerked back to allow her space.Romance, but not as we know It 063 years ago in Humor More Like This
He chose the tango specifically for her to be close to him. It required much contact between the partners, but he had not taken into consideration that he might find himself... compromised. He had been looking forward to being able to focus solely on her dancing when they went for the flamenco later. His agility was being tested and the next dance would give him a break from her unrelenting drive to physically outwit him.
After a few minutes, Loki felt Natasha's arm drop from his shoulder to his waist and she nudged his arm up to h
A Random StoryI came back. I came back to this silent, dead planet. What once was vast cities, cultures, and memories are now nothing more then ashes under my feet. A sad fate to this planet. I fall to my knees. This was where my house was. Where my hateful sister did nothing but play her games. Where my father did nothing more then work on his science. Where both ignored me. I take a hand full of dirt and squeeze it, mumbling curse words. I loved them. I did. However, they deserved this fate. They all did.A Random Story4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
I walk awhile. Down the once car-filled roads. I now stand in front of my least favoriate place. I spit on the ground. A cold smile slithers its way onto my face. This spot was once my "Skool". A horrid place filled with kids who thought I was crazy, insane. I laugh at them now. All dead. All simmered in the invasion. Poor souls. Never saw what hit 'em. I tried. I tried my hardest to show them. I had proof. Real proof. A living alien. But they were all idiots. I could have stuffed him under their
hey dad.hey dad.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's weird getting up in the morning. i see a little bit more of you in me now. people say that only happens when people die. i guess that's true, huh?
i wanted to say thank you.
which is weird, because i figured i'd never say thank you. ever.
but you know what, all of the bullshit you did to me while i was growing up shaped me into who i am now. and that lead me to incredible people. so thank you.
i'll meet you again one day. and maybe then we'll talk. but until then, rest well. i love you, dad.
L4D: I want to french kiss youL4D: I want to french kiss you4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Yesterday I stalked you
through the entire day.
I ain´t going nowhere
I´m simply here to stay.
This evening you noticed me,
the one thing I dread.
I knew this would happen
You tried to chop off my head!
The way you swing that axe at me
it is just so fine!
I have no idea how...
But I have to make you mine!
I simply want to scream
at the top of my lungs
that I want to french kiss you
with all six of my tongues! xD
cherrybomb. - chpt. 1Nick wiped the sweat off his forehead, fumbling around in his pockets for his old hanker chief.cherrybomb. - chpt. 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Does it always get this hot in Savannah?"
There was a small laugh from the two born-and-raised Savannah residents. The youngest of the bunch, Ellis stopped chewing on his overly ripe apple, pushing the soft remains to the corner of his mouth to answer Nick's question.
"This ain't nothin', Nick."
Coach nodded and leaned back against the car they sat themselves behind. It was an unusually quiet day, but no one complained. If the four of them weren't blasting out zombie brains, they were struggling to make it to find a safe place to rest for a while, so the idea of just sitting down and relaxing for a bit wasn't all that bad. Nick groaned, picking up the bottle of water they found. He raised it to his lips and as he did he got an unapproved look from the youngest.
"I'd hang onta' that if I were ye'w."
Nick muttered profound words under his breath, tucking the bottle of water onto an open holde
-AC II : From Hate...-o~o~o~o--Beginning synchronization-- ~o~o~o~o-AC II : From Hate...-6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
-- VENICE ; 1485--
Venice, home to many merchants who seeked a proper business and artists who dreamed of success. Its rich culture and fine architecture gave the city an unique beauty. And of course, its habitants were just as lively.
In the corner of one the busiest streets of Venice were a group of courtesans. The women stood there, gracefully appealing the men passing by. They were noticed yet unnoticed, standing in the middle of the crowd. One of them stood out more than the others though. It wasn't due to her younger looks or slimier figure. She had something they hadn't.
A colorful tongue.
One of the courtesans next to the green-dressed one hissed. "Ines, languague!"
"Che cosa? (What?)" 'Ines' looked back at her comrade, a few loose dark blond hair locks going on her fa
I See It StillHaunted, so it is - and was!I See It Still4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So that others dared not speak of it.
I myself would never have entered it,
If it weren't for the mirrors of my life still
Existing in the halls,
The dreadful halls,
Of that "house" where they sent me away.
Moans and cries came day and night,
From that cursed, that terrible place,
From the souls lost,
Waundering day and night,
Protesting their woesome fate.
And who am I to blame them?
For what I dread most, what I fear,
Is that one day, I may return,
To that dreaded house where they sent me away.
Letter for the deceased.Letter for the deceased.3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I am writing to validate my... Emotions.
As i have a serious difficulty in expressing my deepest feelings in fear of being vulnerable, i figured writing them down would probably clear my head... Somehow.
I know you are gone... The hardest thing i have ever had to come to terms with and accept... And i am not stating this lightly. As i am now in complete solitude, i only have my thoughts and memories to keep me company... Even so, i am certain this is nothing compared to the agony you had to live with each and everyday.
Growing up in the Uchiha household, i thought life couldn't get any better, this being when i was very young. We had a happy, healthy family. A wonderful network of people linked together and bonded by blood. Life was simple and i was happy.
Everytime i got to spend time with my big brother, i was on cloud nine. You... Itachi. You were so cool, so strong and smart. I wanted to grow up and be just like you. Just like my Nii-san... You were my hero.
I would train h
Sing MeloettaSing Meloetta4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is a warning.
If I had known that day what was going to happen I would have turned back. But I did not know and for me that day started off happy. It was the day my action replay arrived.
I had spent months soft resetting on my Pokémon White for a shiny Kyurem and had finally caved in to the pressure and brought an Action Replay Code from a seller on Trademe. It arrived in a box with badly drawn and incorrectly coloured Pokémon on the box and, thankfully, came with most of the major cheats already on it so I didn't have to enter them by hand.
After finally pinning down Kyurem I found that the AR also came with codes to generate legendaries. I caught shiny Victini, Keldeo, Genesect and Reshiram with no problem but after catching a shiny Meloetta the game glitched at the capture screen so the top half of the sprite was shiny aria form and the bottom half normal Pirouette form. Irritated at having to re-catch all my shiny legendaries again seeing as I kept forgetting to sav
Old Flames (Sebastian Michaelis x Succubus!Reader)Sebastian crossed the ballroom swiftly, lacquered black shoes clicking on the marble floors. His head turned left, then right, scanning the expanse of the room. To say he was harried would be an understatement.Old Flames (Sebastian Michaelis x Succubus!Reader)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
He looked over his shoulder, spotting Master Ciel talking business with a fabric merchant. He was safe, for now. That was what mattered. It was his job as butler to keep his young Lord safe and his reputation spotless. So God damn it, where was she? He knew she was here. He could smell her.
The scent was sickeningly sweet, and if he were to take a moment to dissect it, the demon would find the exact name to be Belladonna, the exotic yet toxic little bloom. Fitting, under the circumstances. The little masochist used it as a perfume.
An idea popping to mind, Sebastian scanned the party again. He continued to politely fake a smile at the nobles passing by. There, perfect. A large cluster of men seemed to be stationed in
The Monster of Orange JoylingThe Monster of Orange Joyling4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The children had never seen a monster before.
They'd heard the stories, of course. It was impossible to live in the City of Always Nightfall without having huge, cavernous dreams about the bone-pile it digs its roots into. It was a very big and bloody bone-pile, the one crunching underneath Singing City.
There was Glum Rradung, the bulge-eyed sewer-midget who slithered out of water-closets and gulped down children wandering about in the dark. There was Ingalin, the hungrymind which spontaneously formed out of clutter and garbage. There was the Very Practical Man, whose face was just an enormous nose and an even bigger grin, a demon who, they say, could smell out loneliness and loved to torment the heartbroken and the near-suicides.
And there was the Dark Lord in his pyramid, high up in the inner city where no Squatschild could ever go. The climbing, black stain of Tower Myth and Mastery was a brooding reminder that it was a monster who ruled them all.
Singing City's slum-brats had no l
Undressing PoetryShe clothes herself in poetry,Undressing Poetry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
seals her skin within the verse.
Each line becomes another garment
that conceals her fixed form's curvature,
but peels away when read.
Last night I dissected a stanza,
clamped it tight between my teeth
and tugged it down her legs.
Her body breathes warm and sweet,
speckled red like a summer strawberry field.
I sucked the juice from her lines and
spit the punctuation like seeds.
My lips mouthed the shape of her words
as my skin grew more sticky with
every splash of imagery dripping down my chin.
I peeled apart her soft pages
with sticky, pink fingertips that left them
clinging to my skin.
A single flawless line remained
between the cloak of poetry, her and me,
so we spoke the words in unison,
revealing everything and setting her verse free.
Foreign SoulProphet with a fallen smileForeign Soul7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Lying in a broken heap
Shaded, but it's all for free
Sitting in the blue glow
Waiting till she falls asleep
Just another teardrop
Burning for a foreign soul
Take another nightmare
swear i tried to make you whole
Walking through the snow
in an army jacket from the queen
The butterflies before my eyes are
Whiter than I'd ever seen
Music in the cold air
Sweetly sings an end to me
Just another teardrop
Burning for a foreign soul
Take another nightmare
swear i tried to make you whole
Make another pass around
Baby, put the bottle down
Boat has drifted out to sea
Thought about it just today
Flora said that she's ok
Wish i had it all in me
Just another teardrop
Burning for a foreign soul
Take another nightmare
Looking out to everywhere
I swear i tried to make you whole