Of Keyblades and KokonutsIn another world somewhere, there was a vast island called Kongo Bongo. It was filled with mountains, jungles, and beaches galore. And the whole place was peaceful...until a recent visit by the Heartless spoiled the peace. Now the island was under a dark veil, a seemingly endless night.Of Keyblades and Kokonuts8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
One particular day, two apes were out patrolling the forest for any activity. One of them was a huge gorilla with brown fur and a red necktie with the initials D.K. on it. This was Donkey Kong, the future ruler of Kongo Bongo Island who perferred to be called DK for short. With him was his sidekick, Diddy Kong, a chimpanzee with brown fur, and a red shirt and cap. The duo wandered through the jungle, watching for any Heartless that may spring out at them.
"Why did we volunteer to patrol the Forbidden Forest for these stupid shadow things?" DK asked.
"Cuz you're the future ruler of Kongo Bongo, ya big goof," Diddy replied. "We also gotta search for the Crystal Coconut; you can't rule Kongo Bongo without
PROLOGUEKingdom Hearts: THE WORLD TOURNAMENTPROLOGUE6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters as I never meant to plagiarize. They belonged to their original owner and companies.
PROLOGUE: THE STORY OF SIN
Small, large eyes watched as the hero slides through the jungle trees to save a British lady from the ravenous, angry baboons. The eight-year old laughed when the hero converse or in jungle terms, ARGUED with the baboon in some sort of a monkey language. He didnt even realize that a woman, in her mid-thirties walked beside him and gently clicked off the TV. The woman received a small groan in response.
Sora, its time to go to bed, sweety. She said.
Aww, mom! I was watching the good part! Sora pouted as his mother dragged him to his bed.
Now, now, Sora. You dont want to be late for school tomorrow, right?
Yeah, and that means Im gonna getting myself dirty from Rikus mud balls again
Sora and KairiHow they met...Sora and Kairi7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kairi stood in front of the tetherball court. She slowly made the ball go all around the pole, and then made it come back. So the first week of fourth grade... not as exciting as it seeme, but it was alright for the first week. Her short auburn hair blew in the wind, and her cute little skirt and shirt made her look absolutely adorable. It was her first year at this school called, Twilight Town Elementary. A boy with spiky brown hair, wearing the most rediculous outfit walked up to her. "Hi." He smiled.
"Hi." She squeeked. He smiled at her, and she smiled back. "I'm Sora." The boy said, in his girly little voice. "I'm Kairi." Kairi said. "Can I play with you?" Sora asked blushing a bit. Kairi nodded and took the opposite side. She pushed the tether ball to Sora, and he hit it. Kairi hit it back, a lot harder, and it hit Sora in the forhead. "Ow!" He said. Kairi covered her mouth with her hands. "I'm sooo sorry!" She said. The ball came to her side and she hit it again,
Sora's FamilySome time ago, there was a young boy named Sora, who lived on a faroff island with his best friends, Riku and Kairi. They lived day to day on the island happily together. But one day, disaster struck, as the trio was seperated from each other. Fortunately for Sora, he wielded a strange weapon known only as the Keyblade. And he encountered Donald Duck and Goofy in a place called Traverse Town. That was where Sora's grand adventure began. Sora, Donald, and Goofy traveled through lush jungle groves, sprawling desert terrain, tranquil undersea valleys, and land crawling with spooks of every shape and size imaginable. After exploring all these regions, they defeated a meniacal man who sought out the ultimate power by means of the Door to Darkness. With the man defeated, Sora sealed the Door to Darkness while unfortunately trapping his best friend Riku and King Mickey Mouse, who Donald and Goofy were searching for, on the other side.Sora's Family8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
After their first journey, Sora and his two friends fell i
Edward Scissorhands - Pt 9Edward Scissorhands - Pt 94 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Nobody was looking at the dark and gabled silhouette on the hill overlooking the town at exactly twenty-two minutes to twelve that Saturday night. It was lucky that nobody had, or more than one of the townsfolk would have added a new chapter to the peculiar ghost story that had insidiously circulated throughout the town over the decades, permeating the life of each and every inhabitant. For one brief instant, every single light in the place had flared on, crowning the whole hill with a blaze of glory.
The man with the scissors for hands had indeed discovered the electricity junction box.
Edward was lying flat on his back, hair alight with blue sparks, eyes rolling back in his head under the pale eyelids, almost out of their sockets. A faint curl of smoke drifted lazily up from the scorched black leather rags that swathed the prone form, and a smell of burning plastic hung in the air. It wasn't the first time and it certain
Ode to Sylvia Plaththe smell of the kitchen floor.Ode to Sylvia Plath8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
six days ago you left a note,
and promised the world you would die.
your eyes are destiny,
i can see the patterns aligning
in the stars. there is
consecration in the grief.
coins flashing last-day sighs,
your lips pink and pink
against chalky exhaustion.
your mind was truth.
you left textures in the darkness
and the candle flames. linoleum and dried milk
and gasoline. beautiful, you thought.
Lagrimas de plataLágrimas de plataLagrimas de plata4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
que recorren mi piel.
que se alejan sin querer.
¿Dónde fuiste, mi vida,
porqué quisiste marchar?
¿Por qué me dejaste tirado,
donde fuiste sin avisar?
En la mesa, una foto
contigo detrás de un cristal.
Los dos juntos, sonriendo,
yo no dejo de llorar.
Vaciando tus recuerdos
Marchaste, sin dos puñales
Ni una nota, tan sólo ambos
que en mi corazón clavaste.
¿Dónde fuiste, mi vida,
Por qué me abandonaste?
¿Qué te hice para que nunca
pueda volver a abrazarte?
Allí donde hayas ido,
si alguna vez me lees,
espero que seas feliz,
que todo te vaya bien.
Allí donde hayas ido
sin dejarme despedir,
espero que al menos
no sufras tú por mí.
¿Por qué te fuiste en silencio,
sin decirme siquiera adiós?
Mil consejos, mil recuerdos
que se esfumaron con el sol.
Una rosa de tantos pétalos
para amar y que marchó
Una rosa de tantos pétalos
A Fresh StartA Fresh Start1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Have a nice day, ma’am.”
“Why, thank you, young gentleman!”
I sigh as I stare at my watch. 3:59. My shift is just about over. I take my apron off and I head to the locker room behind the deli counter. Though working the counter job at a deli is hard work, it’s worth it if I get to call anything my own.
As I finish getting my things together, my boss, Jeff, walks up to me.
“I’m impressed, Daniel,” my boss begins, “Most of the teens who take shifts here expect easy pay. You, though, you work hard.”
“It’s, well, it’s nothing,” I say, trying hard not to smile, “I just don’t want to half-ass anything.”
“Well that’s a good thing to hear!” Jeff says with a laugh, “We don’t want you to be undeserving of your new raise, am I right?”
Part of a PairPart of a Pair1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today is my birthday! Well, I guess half of my birthday. You see, I have a twin sister, Jessica, and she's just a big goody two shoes. Everybody loves her more than me, even if they won't admit it.
Anyway, math class just started, so thank god the day is almost ov- "Hey everyone, it's Jessica's birthdays!" Suddenly the whole class breaks into a chorus of "Happy Birthday". What's sad is that the only person who even remembers I'm Jessica's twin, Danny, thinks that she's hot. "It's okay Jackson," he says, "At least you don't have to have a period each month." That joke makes me burst out laughing, until I realize my teacher, Mr. Edwards, is staring at me. "Mr. Graham, go to the office!" he commands. Great, just my luck.
Luckily there was only an hour left until the bell rang. As soon as I hear it, I head to my locker, grab my stuff, and get on my bus. A minute later, Danny gets on and
Edward - Story of Snow Part 8Edward - Story of Snow Part 84 years ago in Sketches More Like This
The boy with the scissors for hands had been walking along the length of the metal conveyor belt in the great inventing room, poking and prodding at the ominous metal machines that spanned it.
At this precise moment Edward had eased himself onto his back, and was lying on the belt itself, peering upwards while fiddling with one of the spindly, pastry-cutting robots. He looked a little like a garage mechanic right now except for the fact that this mechanic's fearsome tools were riveted permanently to the ends of his arms with great rods and bolts, and very few mechanics wear shining black skin-tight leather, sewn and bound up with innumerable buckles, straps and studs. Any further pretence to ordinary humanity ended with the strange boy's face however.
Technically it could have been a beautiful face, and perhaps it may even have been so once, long, long ago. There was an underlying regular
Edward - Story of Snow Pt4Edward - Story of Snow Pt45 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Moira ventured up to the old inventor's house to see the boy with the scissors for hands often after that.
After making sure nobody was watching her behind the net curtains of the pastel washed bungalows she passed, she would run along the street and straight up to the forlorn and twisted old gates. This was only the start of the journey. She would then slither through them - they were swinging drunkenly off their hinges - make her way up the steep and tree-lined hill, through the massive gatehouse with its leering demons and then on through the frost rimed garden until she abruptly came to a halt in front of the massive ironbound oak door.
It was never locked. She always half expected that today, maybe it would be, and that there was really nobody up here in the twisted old manor house but she also knew that the ghost who haunted it could never leave.
Moira would climb up the great silver and stone staircase, sending the dust clouds whirling, up and up a
The Bird and the TreeShe’s got such beautiful eyesThe Bird and the Tree6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It’s so hard to even breathe when she’s around
She’s a fireball
A whirling dervish
A spark in the boy’s grey world
Her voice is a flowing melody
Of excited crescendos
And passionate andantes
A full score of exquisite music
Which warms the soul
And touches the heart
When she is around
Everything seems brighter
A swirl of rainbow colour
In the torrent of grey
A lone lantern in the dark
Brightening the shadows
Her love is like a raft
Saving them both
From the tumultuousness of the sea that is society
Their love is a different
She is a little bird, soaring in the sky
He is a tree, rooted to the ground
Love is a blanket
Warm, soft, and protective
Knowing the girl like he knows her
The boy knows what they’re gonna do with their blanket
They will pull up some chairs
And make a blanket fort to hide beneath and hold hands through the night
Sora And KairiThe sun was beginning to set behind the horizon as Kairi started walking up to the small hill. She slowly approached Sora who was resting against the tree. His attention was focused on the sunset, his eyes unwavering. He was unaware that Kairi was walking up right behind him. She walked behind him and tapped his shoulder lightly.Sora And Kairi8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Hey Sora!" she said with a smile.
"Whoa!" Sora replied jumping back. He recognized Kairi right then. "Oh, hey Kairi! You scared me a little."
"I can tell," She giggled
"Yes it is!"
"Never mind. Where's Riku?"
"Yeah I'm sure Kairi," he looked at her with a warm smile on his face. She smiled and slightly blushed. Sora didnt see her blush. He was also lightly blushing. Kairi walked over next to Sora and sat on the tree. They were still looking on each other with the same smile. Kairi was joyful at the face that Sora and Riku had come back, but more that Sora had come back. She always had feeling
2. Love - AkurokuLove.2. Love - Akuroku6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It's a strange word isn't it?
Four letters constructed into a word that could change one's life forever.
I remember the first time I experienced the word 'love', it was applied to a sentence containing two other words. Both of which connected me to another person directly through strong feelings and emotions by the means of a statement. A statement I will never forget.
"I love you."
To be honest I don't think it was what was said that startled me but who was saying it. It came from my best, and childhood, friend. His name is Axel, and he managed to turn my world upside down with three simple words strung into a statement. Probably the strongest statement someone could ever make.
"You what?" It was stupid that that was all I could think to say, but I was in shock, and I'm sure brain malfunction is something that's almost always paired with that.
"Oh god," was the answer I received to my question as Axel put his hands over his face, muffling his next words. "I shouldn't ha
White Dress Turns RedI'm Edward.White Dress Turns Red4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I'm not finished.
Nor do I mean to hurt you.
I know that you love me, and I love you back.
But I cannot even hold your hand without splitting it in half.
Each time I hold you, I feel like I could stab you right in the waist.
White dress turns red.
I know you love me
But you must leave, now.
I never belonged in your world.
I never belonged in the sunlight.
I never belonged to be with you.
I really did.
No matter what I did
From creating art to saving a boy's life
I will be feared.
Now I can never return.
I killed a man.
Slaughtered him with my own hands.
I hope you know that I will miss you.
Each time the snow falls
I hope each snowflake is an angel
Whispering your name.
She is BeautifulShe wears a mask.She is Beautiful5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Which nobody seems to note,
Nor even ask
Of the beauty that is afloat
Amongst the high vanity
That has crept its way
Into the heart of society.
She holds little to no faith,
Finding it to be despicable
Having hidden her face
And thinking herself as invisible.
When, in fact,
She is beautiful.
I'll Love You Even In DeathHer hand tightens on mineI'll Love You Even In Death4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I kiss her into the bed.
Her mouth is parted,
Inviting me in.
She's never acted this way before.
Always alone, always sulking.
But now she's opened up
She's shown me her scars, her tears.
I lick her neck right under the chin
She squirms under me, sighing for more.
But I don't.
Laying down besides her,
I kiss her on the head.
She may pout in protest,
But I just pull her closer.
Until she's wrapped in my arms.
She fits me, like a puzzle piece.
I'm not ever letting her go,
Not even if she dies.
Edward - Story of Snow Pt1Edward - Story of Snow Pt15 years ago in Settings More Like This
Sepia shadows striated the dusty wooden floorboards of a long abandoned attic. The silence was as soft as the worm eaten rafters and yet was there a breath softer than silence? A spider's dark shadow in the far corner against the wall shifted ever so slightly. There ran the spider, away, skittering over the bare beams, but somehow the long and crooked shadow remained.
A figure drifted from the gloom, less purposeful than the spider, yet horribly alike. It was almost as if a designer, drawing up plans for a fantastically thin and looming spectre, had conceived this very figure on paper as the true spirit of a spider, all legs, and horrid black angularity and yet had compromised in the face of practical reality and was finally able only to produce a mere insect.
No spider in a child's worst nightmare could have matched this black and ragged apparition of dust and apparent decay. The creature appeared to be composed of scraps, spare parts and limbs bound tog
I LOVE YOU.I think of him a lot - my heart aches, my eyes burn, my facade shatters, I miss him even when I say I don't, II LOVE YOU.6 years ago in General More Like This
miss the butterflies that would fill my stomach at a single thought of him, I miss the way he made the most simple
of acts seem so amazing, a hug, a kiss, a smile, a laugh. I miss the wanting.& Wanting everything, wanting nothing
- being so filled up by him! I miss the need - needing to be so much closer, but closer never being enough. I even
miss the pain he brought. Never being good enough, scared I will be left broken if he left... and he did, I miss the
way he hurt me... a few times in fact, but I never gave up. It hurts, it always has and probably always will. I pretend
that I am okay with him being gone. I say it does not hurt, but really, it changed me and still tears me up inside.
I will wait for my time to come, to b
Almost LoverWhat happened to I love you?Almost Lover7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What happened to forever?
What about all those sweet kisses?
The ones more addicting than any drug?
Where are your soft fingertips?
The ones that used to dance across my skin?
Where are those playful, teasing words?
The ones that turned my cheeks red?
Do you even remember our first dance?
Where you whispered tender words into my hair?
You called me your girl and gave me those crooked smirks.
You held me close and made me at home in your arms.
You told me that everything would be okay as your hand found mine.
You promised me the world and all the love you had.
Was it all a game?
What did I do wrong?
How did I scare you away?
I gave you my heart,
Wrapped in a bow.
I let you in and though youre gone,
You still wont get out of me.
I tried to be everything you wanted,
But it still wasnt enough.
I stood in the rain and watched
As you walked out of my life.
I still remember your eyes,
More brilliant than any gem.
I still remember the
your smile lights up my heart.love isn't roses or sweet-smelling chocolate, you muse, heart thumping and skipping beats as a film of something (the colour of love) slides over your eyes. love's in him, his breathless laughing, the way he bleeds blissfulness, and the way his smile gives you daily cavities. no, you correct yourself as he comes bounding to you, love's the way he beams even brighter (how?) when he melts into your embrace, and the half-squeal he emits when you kiss the living daylights out of him (in an attempt to taste love at it's purest, unstained form).your smile lights up my heart.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you're horribly tempted to climb up top of a hill and yell out towards the world that he's perfect, but you know that's not true (and rather naïve of you). yes, he cries, he screams, and he falls so often you're afraid he's going to fragment into little pieces and they'll just escape through your fingers when you try and pick them up. but he wipes his tears away with the back of his hand, swallows down the pain in his throat and st
Play with a Friend -SeaxWy-BORED.Play with a Friend -SeaxWy-5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Peter Kirkland, or the Principality of Sealand, the soon-to-be greatest nation in the world, was bored. Sweden is busy, jerk England is busy, Finland is busy, even that TRNC kid is "busy". He's in front of the computer and has played hundreds of games, yet nothing satisfies.
"There has to be something fun to do, desu yo!" Peter exclaimed. HEADDESK. At first it was painful, but then he thought of something. Being the Sealand he is, he said it out loud. "Aha! I remember that Wy girl I met just a few weeks ago. I'll go to her place and maybe I'll be able to do something. Besides, every old person around here is "busy", so why not hang out with a kid?" the boy smiled at his 'awesome' epiphany and jumped out of the chair.
"Oh, right, turn off the computer..." Peter remembered Sweden getting very scary and angry for leaving the computer on for 22 hours straight, most of the time unused at all. After turning off the computer, he now was ready to set out to hang out with 'the Wy girl'.
i'd do anything to be with youi cannot eat my cereal because my tears, too thick,i'd do anything to be with you5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are ruining the flavour... with a "u", because all i want is...
you are perfect for me. okay ? motherfucking perfect.
my missing piece, my truelove, the one i'd do anything
for. now i am listening to all the songs that make me
think of you, just trying to hold on. i know you think
that i deserve better, but no... i don't even deserve you.
i don't deserve your heart. but here, take mine anyway.
if i can't have you, i don't want anyone. i would feel like
i were cheating.
please don't tell me it's not my fault.
i don't want to sounds obsessed, but
i would rather have no life than to be
without you. please, please, please.
understand. the milk in my bowl is
soggy like my heart, the one that you
have for the rest of time, and i just
can't enjoy a spoonful of rejection.
please, please, please. give this
a shot. for me. please.