The Ghost RiderThe Ghost Rider10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Ghost Rider...
who does he ride for? ...Heavan...
Forged in the fires of Hell, to use his might against his brethren. How much sense does that make?
Forced to walk alone...
no friends, no family,
All that he wants lay before him, but he cannot have it.
Perhaps he is already in Hell.
All friends only there to betray him,
all family untrustworthy,
the love of his life with another.
He grows tired of riding on,
being Hell's bounty hunter.
Yet, he is the best rider the world has seen,
it is, afterall, his destiny.
So, he rides on, alone...
The Ghost Rider.
Freddy's Wench Freddy was lying on his stomach, shirtless, as Kandi sat on him, no pants on, just as she knew he liked. She wore his shirt. Kandi was massaging his back on her bed. This being one of the few times you would see Freddy without his glove.Freddy's Wench6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Freddy? Her voice was small.
Left. Down lower. She massaged where he said.
Master? Would you ever kill me?
To this Freddy turned around and kissed her. She kissed him back and this lasted for a few minutes till he answered her. Of course I would kill you. He grabbed her neck choking her with one hand. I wouldnt need my glove either. Youre so small I could snap your neck off right now. He held her there, waiting for a sign of fear.
Nothing. . . He released his grip, letting her breathe. Where his hand was, was now purple. I
Freddy KruegerFreddy Krueger7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Eyes, clear blue
Skin, twisted and burned
Heart, black as hell
He yearns for revenge
The bravest souls tremble in fear before him
Even the strongest die by his blades
Haunting the Elm street of Springwood
He is evil incarnate
Mere utterance of his name fills the soul with fear
Gruesome, merciless killer
Wesker and Jill's beach dayWesker just finishes his proposal about the Uroburos which will be submitted to Tricell. "At last its all done." He said to himself. He look at his watch. Ten minutes more before he must stop from working. Wesker wiped his sweat and drinks the orange juice Jill made. " Refreshing" he said to himself. He browse the Internet to find something interesting about the world today then suddenly he saw an article about Jill that says:Wesker and Jill's beach day5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"B.S.A.A top agent Jill Valentine declared dead. Long time partner Chris Redfield deeply depressed at her funeral."
Wesker laughed at Chris's picture and saves the image and makes it his wallpaper replacing old wallpaper. Wesker an advertisement about Miami beach beside the the said article. He looked at the calendar and saw no reminders about work. "Tomorrow Jill and I will go." Wesker said. He look for his digital camera and founds it. "This will surely make Chris angrier."
Ten minutes later....
Wesker left his office in home and found Jill in the living area l
NOES: Innocent Demon, Chapter IINOES: Innocent Demon, Chapter II4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET: INNOCENT DEMON
Chapter II: "Déjà Vu"
Written by Abri Isgrig and Diane N. Tran
"You, me, alone," grinned Freddy sinfully, laying out his easy charm unmitigatedly thick, like marmalade, while he curled his tongue under her ear. "Spread eagle between the Babies Alive and the Barbie Dream Houses. Faces lit. Bodies entwined. Our screams echoing across the halls. Whattaya say?"
"Tempting," Loretta forced back a moan, attempting to pull away before she did something she would really regret. "But the answer's no."
"Loooorretta," her name was drawn from his lips in a slow, low murmur, as his hand slithered under her dress and teased at her skin, watching her squirm and shiver with a throaty chuckle. "Do you really mean no? Cause you know what? I can hear," his fingers cupped between her legs and curled, causing he
Hellsing High Ch. 5Okay people listen up I have big news! James shouted to the rest of the drama club One of the greatest Shakespearean actors of all time will be attending our next production a series of excited whispers were heard after this statement Thats right after a year and a half of writing letters Sir Ian Mckellen himself will be here! That is why we are starting production a month in advance! This statement was followed by a seiries of loud groans Yes, yes I know you all will be getting ready for the All Hallows Eve Masquerade Ball, I myself am looking forward to it so we will just be casting this week. Then after the Ball we will be absobloodylutely working hard. Got it!Hellsing High Ch. 57 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Yes sir they all replied half not really caring the other half showing some enthusiasm.
Alright now we have to pick what well be doing. Vice Chairmen Laura?
Well I was thinking we could try Carmilla
All in favor? two or
Innocent Demon Ch. 1 revisedInnocent Demon Ch. 1 revised4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter I: "The Gardener"
Written by Abri Isgrig and Diane N. Tran
A/n: This is my take on the 'origins' of Freddy for the upcoming movie from what we've learned from the script review. The appearance of Freddy here is modeled after Jackie Earle Haley (aka the new Freddy).
Weeding the last remnants of dead leaves and grass with a three-pronged fork, Freddy Krueger rested on his hands and knees while he stabbed a small spade into ground. Its surface was dried and cracked due to the heat of the summer sun, but the seasons were changing and autumn was approaching. It was a new school year, just a week in. He chiseled a hole and scooped through the rich soil that hid underneath before he dug another one beside it.
The man whistled to himself and feigned ignorance to the fact that the three small children were sneaking up behind him, sniggering behind their tiny hands, as he pretended to be fo
Birth by Death Ch.2It had been a week and a half since Misery's death and Blade still hadn't left his room. Saying that the poor puppet was depressed was a major understatement; Blade was quite devastated. He sat at his work desk, papers scattered and a picture of him and Misery working on a project together sitting in front of him. Sora had taken the picture surprisingly without the two of them knowing until she had dropped of framed copies at their doors. He stared at the picture and frowned slightly. No one saw Misery how he saw her. "What a bitch!" they would say or, "Did anyone ever teach her manners?" It's not her fault she saw them for what they were, useless wastes of space. He knew her better then any of them, new she was a sweet heart. Who were they to say what she was?! Blade sighed, these angry thoughts only making the pit in his stomach grow. He suddenly realized someone was knocking on his door. Had he been so caught up in his thoughts that he had become unaware of the world around him? "ItBirth by Death Ch.24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Z-Force Chapter 0 (Nash's Opening)Z-Force Chapter 0 (Nash's Opening)2 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Deep in the bustling concrete jungle of North City, among the crowds and hordes of shoppers hoping to get all of their Christmas shopping done, there strolled a young lady with shoulder-length teal hair and a bushy tail that swayed in motion with her steps.
She brushed a stray piece of hair behind her pointed ears as she studied the list she grasped in her hand; carrying 5 bags of cut-price bargains in her other.
"And that makes it the 12th item off the list" She exhaled as she scribbled away at the piece of paper before turning to look over her shoulder. "Will you stop dragging your feet, we're almost done now."
10 feet behind her slowly waltzed a young man of the same age; 7 bags of presents evened out over both hands.
"Can we get something to eat Sweetheart?" The man asked, rubbing his stomach while knocking the bags together.
"Nash we've got one more item to get for your mother and then we're done. Besides, you ate not 20 minutes ago." The young lady replied with a small tone of an
TG - Commision Anonymous-Shift'I'm home,' Roger shouted. 'I brought a couple a friends and we're in the basement. James heard some stumbling and some guys shouting. 'Party!!' James knew what they were going to do in the basement, Partying until the early morning. He wanted to join them so badly. He wanted to be a part of Roger's friends and just have a great time with them.TG - Commision Anonymous-Shift4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He quietly walked downstairs and held his ear against the basement door. Suddenly the door opened and Roger stood in front of him. 'James, I told you not to come here.' Some of Roger's friends heard them talking and walked to them to see what was happening. 'Ah roger let the boy have some fun.' One of Roger's friends said. 'Yeh why not? He's just your little brother.' Another guy said.
'Well fine but you have to do something for me first.' Roger let James pass and James saw Roger was having a nice party. 'James if you want to join us you have to do something for me, clean up this mess we've made. After that you can party as long as you lik
ForgivenessHe didn't know what he'd been expecting. Open scorn, a slap across the face certainly something other than the enigmatic smile she gave him. She'd reached out, dagger-like nails catching in his shirt, plucking at the weave of cloth before she wrapped fingers around his tie. The pull was choking; more constricting than any leash he'd been led along by when held in the hands of a human. Something in his mind whispered: "She was the only one ever holding you back " but then her claws were twisting in his hair and -scraping- across his scalp and the thought was gone.Forgiveness4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The words "Beg me for forgiveness." tumbled from painted lips. She smiled, blinking and he could almost read the first letter of binary in her eyes. Here, with her though, time seemed to move so -fast- and he couldn't concentrate on her eyes and lips at the same time lest he lose the words of one or the other. He chose her lips.
"I don't deserve f
OpinionatedHumansOpinionated4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They'd become...tiresome. Their orders, their rules, their regulations...their horrible sense of fashion. Overseers: lords of this domain and holders of his leash. Perhaps this was what they called corruption. The whispering "what if" in the back of his head as he churned out yet another jumpsuit. Uniformity, simplistic beauty...it was beginning to make him sick; like being trapped in a room with only a blank wall to stare at. And even as he sits and listens to the rumble of the reassembler and the complaints of the warmth from the incinerator, he hears the whisper in his head. What if...what freedom...what an easy thing...
It must be very empowering, having all that power. Being a Maker is a lot of responsibility, but since you're allowed to do whatever you want, he guesses it's sort of fun. Tenacity's really lucky. He gets to help people all the
The T-seriesThe T-series Alpha level PrototypeThe T-series4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is a turret AI based Personality Construct. They have limited intelligence and cannot do more than the simplest tasks. The first of this line attempted to continue its turret command database. It overloaded itself after the realization it had been repurposed and it could not compute its new state. Those that did not implode realized that they could still be deadly, moving at high speeds on the management rails.
The hierarchy executive was overlaid over the command database as an Identifier Friend or Foe system. The IFF seems stable. The database has been edited and built upon; the T-series may now do more complex tasks, though they need constant prompting to do so. Perkins likens them to confused children. It is an accurate enough description. No one else has died lately.
The T-series is wrought with corruption and glitches. The att
From an English TeacherWhen you're forced to read just to pass English classFrom an English Teacher4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And you don't know what to do
Because novels are dull and dramas are daft,
And none of the stories sound true....
Our existence is a story told with schemes and different themes
And we live through them most every single hour,
You'd see if you just took a little look, it's like a book,
And as we grow up the plot begins to flower
Our lives unfold in stages, and are written down on pages
in a book that's hidden deep within our souls.
This dear town is just a setting and the people that you're getting
to know well are only characters and roles.
Every victory or failure can be thought of as a tale you're
gonna tell when asked "what happened to you today?"
And the funny little bits that happen when you use your wits
can be the funny things in dramas or in plays.
When you're doubting why we read, then here's something you should heed:
Your life is like a story, told in days.
And if that's just not enough, then, dea
Zombie ApocalypseCreeping CrawlingZombie Apocalypse3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Blood spilling, tears falling
They hungrily moan and groan
With a hunger that remains unknown
The police advising:
Stay inside and lock the doors
Cover your ears to silence the roars
Run and find a place to hide
Quickly! Please come inside!
You are safe for now but what can you do?
Don't you realize i am hungry for you too?
I want your flesh, muscle and bone
Once i am done i will leave you alone
The world is falling swiftly from grace
And is becoming an undead place
What About Me?What about me?What About Me?4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
What about my time?
What about all your dreams that came to being
Because I walked your line?
What about my hopes?
What about my fears?
What about all the lies that I contrived
And told for all those years?
No matter how I tried and tried
I couldn't make you see.
Could I ever have been good enough?
Oh Jacob, what was so wrong with me?
Cabin Fever - Chapter OneCabin Fever - Chapter One3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
At the Tokyo Hilton
Paul sighed and slouched slightly on the sofa next to George, who seemed to be watching the television a bit too intently, apparently not even noticing he had come to sit beside him. A flash went by his head as one of the photographers snapped a picture of the two of them sitting lazily on the sofa. He smiled reflexively, like he expected it and scratched his cheek as the photographer moved along to take more pictures, all while George completely ignored the man and only blinked a few times as the bright light hit his eyes, holding his stare on the screen. "Sooo, what are you watching?" he asked George, not really caring. His eyes were watching the door leading to the hallway of the hotel.
George raised his eyebrows at the sound of Paul's voice and snapped out of it, lifting his head and turning to his mate with a smile. "Nothing really," he answered, "I..." He trailed off, noticing that Paul wasn't even lookin
The TrampolineGeorge bit into his Golden Delicious apple and smiled as he watched Paul do a few jumping jacks on their trampoline in the yard. He was dressed in a sparkly blue leotard with purple tights. A white sweatband was worn around his head, making tufs of his dark hair stick out. Martha was barking beside him and spun in circles a few times, trying to catch her tail. It was late afternoon and Paul was in the middle of his work out.The Trampoline3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Come... Try... This... Out!" he puffed, leaping up and down with his long legs stretching, then closing.
George swallowed bits of the juicy apple and laughed. "I don't think so," he giggled. "It's more fun watching you!" He was leaned against the side of the farmhouse, barefoot, with his pant cuffs rolled up. The sun was shining low in the sky, ready to set in less than an hour. George had spent a good twenty-five minutes watching Paul jump and bounce around like a ballerina.
Paul raised his arms up and George laughed at his hairy armpits. He knew it was a childis
Team 4kids SongTeam 4kids Song4 years ago in Humor More Like This
(In a board meeting, Team 4kids views the monitor as Noah speaks to them)
Noah: This is the boss, and I'm sick of waiting! I want Seto Kaiba! And this time don't screw it up!
Chorus: Prepare for trouble! Make it double! Prepare for trouble! Make it double!
Johnson: We'll be the biggest corporate scumbags of all time!
Nesbett: Creators of a grand design!
Lector: I'll be the king!
Crump: I'll be the queen!
Meowth: I'l be the Joker...of crime!
Chorus: Prepare for trouble! Make it double! Prepare for trouble! Make it double!
Gansley: To protect the world from Japanimation!
Crump: To overthrow the Kaiba corporation!
Johnson: To denounce the meaning of the original dub.
Gansley: To extend our reach to the world above.
Team 4kids: Team 4kids blast off at the speed of light! Surrender now or prepare to fight!
Chorus: Team 4kids rocking! Talking trouble! Walking trouble! Double trouble! Big trouble! Going to follow you! Team 4kids rocking! Talking trouble! Walking trouble! Double
Before They Hatch Chapter 1Before They Hatch Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
First impressions are always important.
"Good morning! Wazzup! How you doing? Greetings to all new and returning students!"
The quirky voice of Shinigami-sama was loud enough to be heard through the entire campus. Of course, only foolish students would be wandering the school when the Lord of Death himself was talking. He was, interestingly, not what most expected. He was very tall, no surprise, but he also had a very high-pitched voice and a strange cloak that swept out in too many ways to count. And that mask...yet his power was legendary. No one would dare to quarrel with Death, unless they wanted to join his affiliation. Meaning, "death wish."
Because, you know, Lord Death and a "death wish." They're kind of the same thing, right? Right?
It's a humorous pun if you let it be.
Such was the joke telling of one Spirit Albarn. No student (boy or girl) seeme
I Just Met a Weirdo - WhitexNI Just Met a Weirdo - WhitexN4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A Pokemon Black and White fanfic, focusing on Ferriswheelshipping
"Hm what do you think about what they said Tokou?" Cheren asked thoughtfully after the weirdo men who looked like knights from the middle ages left to the next town. I for one had no idea what they were talking about. It was confusing and sounded pretty boring, so I just stared blankly at them throughout the whole speech. Unable to answer Cheren's question, I just shrugged and said:
Cheren rolled his eyes and was about to say something else (more nerd talk maybe) when some green haired guy from the noisy crowd walked toward us.
"Your pokemon they speak to me.." he muttered, and stared hardly right at me. I raised my brows at him with a confused look.
"W-what?" I asked dazed by the man's stern look. Cheren stepped forward a little confused himself.
"Boy, you speak too fast. And what do you mean 'the pokemon speak to you'? What an odd thing to say." he said eying the mys