Sick days really get us downSick days get us downSick days really get us down3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fair warning it contains keyshipping
It was a beautiful day for dueling, Yuma and his companion astral went around looking for someone to duel. "hey Yuma!" a voice called. Yuma turned and smiled. "Hey Flip how've ya been?" Yuma replied. "I've been good" Flip answered. "that's good, hey Flip wanna duel with me?!" Yuma asked excitedly.
Flip nodded "sure I've got nothing better to do". So the two friends started a duel. Astral floated on the sidelines when a pain suddenly shot though his head. "ugh..ow why do I have a headache?" he mumbled to himself putting a hand on his hurting head. Yuma looked over at Astral "hey Astral you okay?" he asked with flip now also looking at Astral. Astral looked up and nodded "don't worry it's just a headache I'll be fine". Yuma got a concerned look but went back to dueling with Flip. "this is strange, I've never felt like this before" Astral thought. "per p
CompanyX-X-X-XCompany2 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Who would I ask?" I asked, "Kotori is gonna be busy with her grandmother, so I can't ask her. Tetsuo can't because he has to duel someone after school..."
"Why not your other friends, Yuuma?" Asked Astral, who was obviously next to me, "Aren't they busy?"
I sighed, "Unfortunately, they are. The only ones I haven't asked are Shark, Shingetsu, and Kaito. Which, I doubt Kaito and Shark could come."
"So, Shingetsu is the only one left?" Astral asked.
I nodded, "Yeah... I bet he'll come really."
What is a bonus is that he doesn't even have "parent" to ask. So, He'd really come for sure.
All of a sudden, a familiar voice stopped me.
"Yuuma." Said a calm, and soothing voice.
I turned around to see familiar purple hair. I smiled, "Hey, Shark."
"Why do you look so down?" He asked, "You haven't even "Kattobingu" yet today."
I shrugged, "My grandma and nii-chan are gonna be gone today... All day 'till tomorrow to be exact."
"So?" He said, no
My wish :YGO!Zexal:Yuma sat on the floor, holding between his fingers a small piece of colored paper.My wish :YGO!Zexal:3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He sighed, closing his eyes, remembering what had happened earlier in the school: some kids had mocked his dream to become the champion of the duel monsters. They were cruel, even catching some of the kid's cards, who was now hiding in his own room, fighting against the urge to cry and the thought that, in fact, he was weak.
"Yuma, come here a second..."
The little boy of just 8 years quickly rose from the couch, running across the room towards the porch where his mother was waiting with a gentle hug.
It was a hot day and the wind was blowing slowly, shaking the sheets hanging on the clothesline. At the Tsukumo's home only Mirai and Yuma were there.
The woman kneeled until her eyes were on the same height of the red ones, smiling in a way that the boy could not decipher; was somewhere between concern and affection.
"You see that piece of paper?" - She asked, showing the object
Yuma, what is Love?"Yuma, what is "love"?"Yuma, what is Love?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The pink and blue-haired boy peered over the edge of his hammock with a curious expression across his young face. "Love?" he echoed. "Why're you asking about that?"
The glowing blue humanoid creature sitting on the ground pointed a long thin finger at the television screen in front of him. "The word keeps coming up again and again and yet still I cannot begin to work out what it means..."
Yuma scratched his head awkwardly and sat up. "You seriously don't know what love is?" he asked incredulously.
The blue figure shook his head and looked up at the boy, his white and yellow eyes expectant, awaiting some explanation. Yuma averted his stare and looked at the television. "You shouldn't be watching so much garbage, Astral. It'll fry your brain or something."
Promptly clicking a button on the remote control he turned the television off and lay back down with his back turned towards the figure on the floor. Astral continued to stare up at him patiently and Yuma
Episode 48 of Yu-Gi-Oh! ZEXALEpisode 48 of Yu-Gi-Oh! ZEXAL3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I have gained back my Katto-bing, no thanks to III. Astral and my friends helped me remember what it is.
I look over to III, seeing him talk to himself.
I yell to him, "III! For you to use your Crests power for something like this "
He just yells back to me, "Shut up! You just fall into hell along with Astral!"
"Astral?" Wait, where is he? He is supposed to be here beside me like he always is! "Astral!"
I turn to III, "Where is Astral!!"
He answers, "Sorry, but Astral is no longer here."
"Just as what I just said. Astral has disappeared."
"What?!" I yell out, then I whisper to myself, "It's a lie "
I hear III talking, "You should have seen it. The way he disappeared."
I try to remember what happened, and I think I do. III raising his hand...closing it like he was strangling someone and up above the tower Astral, being crushed by III's power and just disappears, yelling out, "Yuma!!! Don't give up!!!"
Tears well up
This Feeling to ProtectThis Feeling to ProtectThis Feeling to Protect3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a particularly cold Friday night in the city of Heartland. The beginnings of snow were falling and frost was settling in for a cozy rest. But despite the plummeting temperatures, it was silent and peaceful, and all the residents were fast asleep and at ease.
That is, all except one very curious other-worldly spirit.
In a small but humble home in the heart of the city, Yuma Tsukumo was in a deep sleep in his hammock. His room, actually the house's attic, was positioned perfectly for moonlight to stream through his window and land softly on his face. His left arm was hanging off the side of the hammock and his legs were spread out among the ropes. He snored quietly and turned his body to face the window, his intricate black and red hair-do glistening in the starlight.
Hovering next to his hammock was Astral, the spirit that dwelled inside of the Emperor's Key. Glowing topaz yellow, Astral's eyes watched Yuma thoughtfully as he slept. It was a wonder to Astr
Shut Up or Get KissedShut Up or Get Kissed4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I summon this! It attacks your monster directly!" The 13-year old boy said, he commanded his monster to attack his opponent's monster. The boy name's Yuuma Tsukumo, he is a duelist climbing up the ladder to become a great duelist. He loves the game Duel Monsters and there were many duelists to be found in Heartland to challenge.
"Eh?!" Yuuma shouted in surprise when his monster's attack didn't work but also defeated his own. That was when he noticed his opponent had set a trap card to prevent Yuuma from attacking their monster. He groaned in frustration, he wasn't going to back down.
He loved dueling, every bit and pieces of it except for one thing.
That one thing would be
Yuuma had no idea how many times he had marked him as an annoying figure who follows him around and tells him how to duel.
"Toma, you should've set a magic card to support your monster." The glowing alien-like figure said next to Yuuma. He's called Astral; he came from Astral World where he was a
Tangey's Christmas Drabbles - 1Every afternoon Yuuma is forced to watch ESPer Robin on television. His friend, the duelling ghost, believes that the show and its characters are real. This duelling ghost sat perfectly still on the floor in Yuuma's room hugging his legs, with his eyes fixed to the screen.Tangey's Christmas Drabbles - 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Astral, I need to sleep. This is the last episode of the night," Yuuma stated, his mind drifting off.
"Yuuma, I must watch ESPer Robin's fate. He is close to knowing the truth behind the identity of the Galaxy Queen," Astral protested.
"Fine" Yuuma rolled to the other side and fell straight asleep.
Vampire Sister Twilight SparkleVampire Sister Twilight Sparkle3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Nina herself teleports to Equestria at night.
Nina: Perfect. This place is FULL of potentail new sisters, and I could use some Equine help. But who should I turn first...? Aha, I know just the pony.
We then see Twilight Sparkle walking home, she was up helping Pinkie set up for a party.
Twilight: (Yawn) That took a while, but now I can go home and go to bed. *She hears a rustling in a bush* Hello? Is anypony there?
Nina: No. *She extends her cybernetic arms and grabs Twilight* But someBODY is.
Twilight: Who, WHAT are you?! Lemme go!
Nina: I will, just as soon as I'm done with you. *Twilight tries her magic* Ha! Your magic won't work, I'm a vampire.
Twilight: What?! There's no such thing!
Nina: You'll believe...soon.
Nina pulls Twilight to her and bites her neck. Then, Nina is done feeds.
Twilight falls limp and Nina picks her up.
Nina: You are mine, now and forever.
MLP The Wrath Of Chrysalis PrologueMermaidloverTyler presentsMLP The Wrath Of Chrysalis Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A Universal Interactive Studios Production
A parody of a game developed by Traveller's Tales
My Little Pony: The Wrath of Chrysalis
Prologue: The Component Ponies
(Somewhere in a space station orbiting the world, Nightmare Moon is having a meeting with Queen Chrysalis of the Changelings, Discord, Iron Will, Trixie and Gilda)
Nightmare Moon: HALF-WITS! MORONS! DUNCES! Can't you planks do anything right?
(The villains hang their heads in shame)
Nightmare Moon: According to this (She brings up a graph, showing the productivity of evil in Equestria, apparently it is not doing well) your track record for spreading evil is UNACCEPTABLE!
Chrysalis: Nightmare Moon! It's not our fault! Those wretched ponies are to blame!
(The hologram projector shows Twilight Sparkle and her friends, Gilda tries clawing at the Rainbow Dash hologram)
Nightmare Moon: Grrr I will not let anything get in the way of evil ESPECIALLY NOT 6 PATHETIC PONIES! Twili
Keyshipping: Why We FightYuma sat hunched over in his hammock, his shoulders tight, his arms crossed firmly cross his chest and his face set in a furious scowl. His narrowed crimson eyes were shimmering slightly, his entire body trembling with anger and his breathing was deep and heavy as he inhaled slowly through his nose in an attempt to calm himself down. Astral floated up into the room through the opening in the floor and observed him quietly. Yuma's mood seemed to be bleeding out into the air. His anger was almost palpable. Astral felt as though he could almost see that angry aura around the young spiky-haired boy. For several moments he said nothing and simply watched him, waiting to see if the mood would dissipate on its own and it was as he watched him that a thought occurred to him and - though he knew Yuma would certainly not be in the mood to talk - he suddenly wanted to discuss it with him. "Yuma," he said quietly so as not to startle the boy too much.Keyshipping: Why We Fight3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He felt the boy's crimson stare slide to look
Triple SatTriple Sat: Three Tables in Three ActsTriple Sat5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Triple Sat (Verb): A restaurant term where a host/hostess seats three tables consecutively to one server. The server, while still smiling politely, runs around frantically trying to be in three places at once. It's not pretty, the guests feel like they received bad service, and usually said host/hostess gets cursed at behind his or her back for the rest of the night. This also comes in other forms such as "double sat", a frustrating but manageable situation, and "quad sat", which means find a manager for help A.S.A.P. and cross fingers the host/hostess loses his or her job.
Other things to take note of: serving is judging the tables. The last time you visited a restaurant you might have been judging the server, but rest assured the server was judging you. You are just what they happen to catch when they are at your table or walking by. I serve, observe, and fulfill, but never get attached. I rarely catch a custo
NeroxMae: Love Letters.NeroxMae: Love Letters.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Mudkip playfully rolled in the pile of letters on Nero's bed.
"Hey! Don't do that!"
Nero grabbed the letters that were underneath his trusty Pokemon and skimmed over all the words. He sighed.
"So boy, ya think I should finally mail all these out to the Blackwell household?"
Mudkip nodded innocently.
"She's never written to me I hope she doesn't kill me the next time I see her for doing this. It could ruin anything she has between herself and any person right now. She's probably seeing Roy right now.. That's probably why she hasn't written to me. I gotta admit, he's good with the ladies.."
He gripped one of the letters and accidently crumbled it.
"Oh, shoot. UGH. I'll just start putting them in envelopes now."
He went over to his packed office. There were mounds of paperwork on his desk that he had to sort through and approve. He had a lot on his plate as a new gym leader. However, he couldn't get one girl off his mind..
Mae What have you been
when enough is enough pt 11Chapter 11.when enough is enough pt 114 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I froze. I dropped everything. I scrabbled to pick them up, hoping I could get out of here before she sees me.
"Star..is that you?" I heard her voice and I wanted to scream.
Scream because I missed her. Her name was Libby. Libby Spade. She's a old friend of mine and if I got near her Julie would get extremely jealous and freaked over it. I mean she totally freaked, it lead to her screaming and hitting me. So I stopped talking to her and lost all contact with her.
I sighed and looked up at her.
"Yeah. Hi Libby."
"You look different."
"It's called a make over." I smiled.
"Would Julie approve?" I sighed and rolled my eyes.
"Julie? Oh her, yeah, we're- we broke up for good." I hated the pain it cost me to say that, so I painted a smile on my face.
"She tried to kill me." I had a serious face, but she laughed. Lucy walked over by my side. I looked at her.
"Come on Star." she looked at me.
"Alright, nice talking to you again Libby." I started to walk off.
Sai bioSai bio8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Character Profile: Sai
The Shadow Warrior
Full Name: Sai
Race: Sheikah/Hylian halfbreed
Blood Type: A
Hair: Pale blue, bangs over the right eye and long, past his butt
Eyes: Red with a rim of orange on the inside close to the pupil
Skin Tone: Medium
General Build: Medium. Sai is built for a balance between strength and agility. He is muscular, but toned and slim with broader shoulders
Distinguishing Features: His hair and eyes usually distinguish him, but he also has a tattoo of the Sheikah eye on his right shoulder. He also has two triangles tattooed under his left eye.
Preferred Clothing: A mix between Sheikah and Hylian modes of dress. He wears a scarf to conceal his face, and a skintight black shirt, a pauldron over his left shoulder with a strap from shoulder to waist that holds his sword. He wears black pants and brown Hylian-style boots.
Accessories: Sai wears
Crash Bandicoot: N. Dustrialized, Chapter 15Crash Bandicoot: N. Dustrialized, Chapter 152 years ago in Humor More Like This
Chapter 15: Destruction of the N. Sect Bot
Blazing through the empty streets of the city on a motorcycle, Crash & Jade are searching for Andrea Amberly, the daughter of the believed to be dead Madame Amberly, who has stolen a Power Crystal from them. But something else comes up, something big, REALLY BIG.
Jade: "Oh my, what is THAT?"
Aku: "Mother of all insects..."
Cortex: "That's "N. Sect" to you, fools!"
Jade: "Uhh, that's basically what he said."
Aku: "Cortex! Where did you come from?"
Cortex: "From the maker of "Mecha-Bandicoot", meet your brand-new, hydraulically-operated, bug-enemy, N. Sect!"
Cortex comes from behind out of nowhere revealing one of his new creations: The N. Sect. It's a giant robot that is bug-like & has a Cortex-like head with a bug-mouth & six legs.
Cortex: "Like my new toy? This big-guy has been programed & powered by a Crystal to patrol the streets of this pathetic city, making sure all of its inhabitants are hard at work. & if anyone steps out of line...*cli
SH-The Ghost of Covent Garden4Ophelia tousled her still-damp hair as she sat outside her tutor's office at the university. She sighed glumly and tugged a lock of her hair forwards so she could double check the temporary black dye had not faded her previous purple colour too much.SH-The Ghost of Covent Garden43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Ah, Ophelia. So sorry to keep you waiting." Her lecturer, a woman whose excessive thinness came from an inability to sit still rather than vanity, suddenly appeared carrying a stack of boxes.
"Let me." Ophelia grabbed the boxes so she could open her office door.
"Thanks, as I said, sorry to keep you." The woman said, apologetically.
"You wanted to see me about my assessment results." Ophelia's voice was wooden.
"Yes, for the performance." The woman picked up a scrap of paper and fidgeted awkwardly. "I'm sure we both what we're talking about."
Ophelia stared into the distance, nodding.
"Now, I don't want you to worry love. I've already spoken to the exam board and they've agreed to allow you to re-sit the performance assessment. It's hones
BBC Sherlock - Day ThreeSherlock Holmes sat cross-legged in his armchair, glaring at nothing.BBC Sherlock - Day Three4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
How? How did Lestrade manage to screw up that badly? He had let a psychologically unstable, symmetry-obsessed serial murderer slip through his fingers with the result that a fifth victim had been killed. And NOW his methodology was evolving, the previous four victims had been men in their early thirties; the latest one was a seventy year old woman who had gone to the surgery three days before the first murder for a check-up appointment after a face lift. And as the killer's technique changed, the harder it would be for Sherlock to anticipate his next move.
Sherlock tangled both his hands in his curly hair and yanked in an attempt to vent his frustration.
A small meow made him look up.
Dante, his great-aunt's kitten was sat on the arm of his chair, looking at him. This was unusual as the animal in question was widely thought of as the spiritual reincarnation of Caligula and had the very bad habit of biti
Scary Russia is Scary, Da?Scary Russia is Scary, Da?5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
U.S. Of Alfred says: And you insult him! XD NOW?!? Because IVAN'S IS WORKING BETTER?!?!?!
Soviet Russia says: Because Russia's computer knows better than to act up. -smirks-
U.S. Of Alfred says: Silence you
Soviet Russia says: Should I scare the crap out of your computer...or what? I appear through telephone lines so I should be able to do internet too.
U.S. Of Alfred says: No! D8
Soviet Russia says: ^J^
U.S. Of Alfred says: You pop up through phone lines? Oh gawd turn the scary off! TT^TT There has to be a switch for you or something!
Soviet Russia says: You wish there was.
U.S. Of Alfred says: Jeezuz
Soviet Russia says: I can also appear at will, and I can break cursed chairs too! ^J^
U.S. Of Alfred says: ....VAAASSHHH...I need you to get rid of the ghost! T^T
Soviet Russia says: Oooh Ghostie...where?
U.S. Of Alfred says: AAAAAAHHH!!! *runs away from Russia*
Republic of Switzerland says: You guys....
U.S. Of Alfred says: Oh god, Russia you're so creepy.
SH-The Ghost of Covent Garden1John Watson was rapidly losing his patience. His jaw was clenched, his teeth were gritted and he could feel a vein twitching in his forehead. He knew his poker face left much to be desired and even now he could feel his expression dissolving into one of utter disgust.SH-The Ghost of Covent Garden14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
That however was nothing compared to the expression of outright loathing on Sherlock Holmes's face.
John looked as though he was two inches away from slapping their 'client'. Sherlock looked as though he was two millimetres from going for John's gun.
Their client was a young woman who was thin, verging on emaciation, and almost offensively blonde. She was a professional classic soprano at the Royal Opera House in Covent Garden. They had already heard a lot too much about her 'big break' at the opera house, her 'darling' audience and her precious muse. Both John and Sherlock had already noted the girl's jittery demeanour and bad habit of sniffing regularly, and were both of the opinio
SH-The Russian Ballerina 1"Hmm . . ."SH-The Russian Ballerina 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
John Watson slid his eyes sideways, eyebrows slowly creeping up his forehead.
He had long since learnt to be wary of that interested little 'hmm' from his flatmate. The last time John had heard that particular 'hmm' from Sherlock Holmes, the end result had been his one decent suit getting ruined after an unfortunate dip in a bog, Sherlock getting part of his head shaved and both of them finding a hidden cache of smugglers booty. Most of it got subsequently donated to the National Gallery. The rest was in their safe, bar a diamond ring which they gave to Mrs Hudson and a sapphire embossed locket which they gave to Sherlock's eldest niece, Ophelia.
John turned and looked at his flatmate.
Sherlock was facing away from him, his dark curly head bent over his laptop, eyes fixed on the screen.
"Hmm?" John echoed Sherlock's tone in an effort to coax an explanation from the recalcitrant detective.
"Hmm . . ." Sherlock repeated, his baritone rumble sounding increasingly pleased.
BBC Sherlock - Day OneJohn Watson sighed irritably and looked at his watch. Unsurprisingly his train was late. Probably the wrong sort of leaves on the line again. Either that or the entire thing had fallen through a hole in space and time and was currently being used as a chew toy by some beast from the dungeon dimensions. He had heard weirder excuses during his time spent on trains; mind you he didn't have a very good track record with that form of transport full stop. Something invariably went wrong. On one memorable occasion the driver, who had been trying to sneak a cigarette on the job, had dropped hot ash in his lap and accidentally set fire to his trousers.BBC Sherlock - Day One4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
John and the other bewildered passengers of the 9:00 to Norwich train had subsequently been treated to the driver shrieking over the intercom for one of the ticket men to come and assist him in 'putting his knackers out.'
He stood in Liverpool Street Station and stared vaguely up at the departure times board, getting jostled by the regular commut
Wholock: Stranger Than Fiction 1"Doctor, I think something went horribly wrong this time!" Rory yelled across the open space of the Tardis. The doctor was only visible from the waist down; the rest of him was sticking out of the Tardis door, trying to gage where they were now. "I'm inclined to agree with you," the Doctor yelled back.Wholock: Stranger Than Fiction 13 years ago in Humor More Like This
Despite the Doctor's voice being calm and controlled, this statement did very little to reassure Rory. It might actually have made things a little bit worse. After all the Doctor was a man who, when confronted with life threatening situations, seemed to only be exited by the unknown and dangerous. So, if that man was agreeing with Rory that something was horribly wrong, something must be horribly, horribly. wrong
Rory walked over to the Tardis' open door, and leaned out his head as well. "So where are we?" he asked. What he saw was the kind of white houses that wouldn't look amiss in London, but Rory had travelled to enough alien worlds to know, they quite often looked like Earth,