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
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
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
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"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
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
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
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.
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
SpeedHad it been anyone else driving that kart, they may have appreciated the iridescent night, lit by the pulsating glow of numerous nitid stars. They might have felt the sting of bitter cold air against their face as they fell through the air and landed heavily upon the asphalt road. Or perhaps they would not have been out there at all, preferring a warm bed to the frigid air of the racetrack at night.Speed3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But this was not anyone else. This was Nitros Oxide, racer extraordinaire, and he cared for nothing but the feel of his vehicle and the track as he traversed the twists and turns, again and again, all night long.
Of course, that did not mean there were not other things on his mind.
No matter how many times he flew past the checkered finish line, it still wasn't good enough. If he had been allowed his hovercraft, he knew his performance would be flawless. These wheeled karts were so heavy, so awkward, they did not... No! No excuses! No more deflecting of blame. If anything was flawed, it was
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
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
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
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 153 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
Hemp Extrodinaire Today, many people find themselves fretting about how the environment is being destroyed while our resources are being used up and in "x" amount of years, they wont be available for future generations to enjoy the benefits of. There is, however, a resource that has great potential for saving us from our "Impending Doom". This savior resource is hemp. It is definitely the most versatile, and renewable natural resource we currently have at our disposal. It has seen massive amounts of use through out human history and has only recently (within the 20th century) been made illegal for us to grow in the US. Using hemp over other, more common feedstocks has many eco-friendly advantages, but first the DEA and other governmental agencies must understand its value and dissociation with marijuana.Hemp Extrodinaire7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Hemp has been grown for at least the last 12,000 years, making it one of the first cultivated crops in history. As far as American history is
DEAR DAVEYDEAR DAVEY6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Hey, all you heart-beaters out there in reader-land. You may not have heard of me (y'know, if you live underground in a bomb shelter with no TV or somethin'), but I'm Maggot Boy. That's right, the superhero saviour of Sovereign City, beating back the slobbering mindless with the help of my faithful retard, Mr. Chainey! I mean, sidekick. You can call me Davey.
Anyway, you may be wondering how it is a dead guy got saddled with some kind of advice column. Stop. All you need to know is that, being a dead guy, I know absolutely everything there is to know. Period. I can totally solve any problem in the absolute best way possible, because I am a freaking genius. Especially when it comes to girls. Don't question me, 'cause I'm always right (unless you're Sam, but what does she know?).
So, send me your crap! Questions and life problems and that kinda thing. I'll t
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.
SexySexy11 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
What is Sexy!
A small round tattoo
on the ball of your back
peeking out of your jeans
Sexy is your brown eyes
In the afternoon sunshine.
Sexy is ripe red strawberries
Between your lips.
Sexy is the curve of your thigh
The shape of your waist
The contour of your breast
Sexy is the way you smell
Jasmine, lilac and lavender.
The sweetest thing
In a summer breeze
Sexy is watching you
Sit in a chair
the way you do.
The way you cross your legs
The way you lean in your chair
The way your hair
rest on your shoulders.
The touch of your skin
The feel of your kisses.
But the best thing
Is holding you close.
To my heart and soul
And that…is sexy.
Reflection of an Anorexic Mirror Mirror,Reflection of an Anorexic4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On the wall
Who is the thinnest
One of all
I know it's not me
I'm just too fat
Long and tall
Who is the skinniest
One of all
Stand up straight
Suck in your gut
Then I may not hate
Clear and bright
Please don't watch
As I starve tonight
Disgusting and lifeless
Without another guess
Don't show me
Bent over, wishing
For what I can't be
I'm stuck in this body
With food to fear
Broken and shattered
Don't stare at me
With this body battered
With blood running
Down my curled fist
Stupid mirror, you had it coming!