The Bet Prologue"You ignorant Fire bender!"The Bet Prologue4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Stupid water Peasant!"
"Peasant? You bastard!"
"Ugh, I hate you!"
"Not as much as I hate you!"
Aang sighed. This had been going on for a good hour now and had gotten old fifty five minutes ago. Toph walked up to him. "Jeez, there still going at it?" she said, exasperated. Aang shrugged. "What are we supposed to do? Every time we visit him, this is what happens." Aang said sadly. Toph shrugged. "This time is different." she said, watching the two as there elements got involved again.
Aang raised an eyebrow. "How is that?" he asked his girlfriend of nine months now. Toph smirked. "You two aren't together anymore. We all know they've been crushing on each other since the beginning. Now their both single. It's gonna end up with them getting together." she pointed out. Aang shrugged.
"There too stubborn. I bet it'll take a few more visits." he said, and Toph laughed. "Alright. Lets make it a bet. If they get together this visit, before we leave by the
The betKatara stormed off, to be anywhere but near that obnoxious Fire Bender! He thinks he's just all that? She scoffed and kicked at a rock harshly. "I hate him!" she declared to no one in particular. Toph raised an eye brow. "Really? Well you could of fooled me." she sarcastically, though she was smirking. Katara glared. "I do, I hate when we visit him. He makes me so mad!" she yelled, wanting to water whip the smirk right off the Fire Lord's face. Toph laughed. "No, Sugar queen. You don't get mad, you get hot. You just don't know the difference." she said, grinning when the young water bender turned bright red.The bet4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Katara glared. "Look, me and Zuko are a big no no. It just, no! I hate him anyways I can't wait in till we leave." she said childishly stomping her foot. Toph sighed and rolled her eyes "You have to admit it sooner or later Sugar queen. You and sifu hot man have it bad for each other." she said, then left snickering. Katara sighed loudly. She wasn't going to stay in this danged pal
At A Loss ch. 17 Angela pulled out her keys and unlocked the door to the back of the Bank of Metro City. As she turned the heat on she put her purse onto her desk. She was about to turn off the security system to the front doors when something caught her eye. She returned to her desk and found a small white baby rabbit with a soft blue ribbon wrapped around its neck sitting in a cage, sleeping. Angela gasped. How on Earth did a rabbit get in here?! And where did it come from!? On top of the cage was a small card. She reached over and picked it up.At A Loss ch. 174 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Opening it she read 'Dear Angela, I hope you enjoy this rabbit. I was told that you are very fond of them. This is a small way of thanking you for believing in me. I'm sorry that I had to do that, I didn't want to, but because of extenuating circumstances I was forced to steal from the bank. It is thanks to you that everything turned out alright and I will be forever grateful to you. My eternal gratitude, Megamind.'
i know betteri know better thani know better4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to dream about forever
but because of that
i'm always waiting for the end
i've been taught to
be ready for heartbreak
and that readiness
keeps me from being able to mend
Friendship Turns into LoveFriendship Turns into Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cried a tear for you tonight...
So many problems in your life...
I wanna help you be all right
I'm glad you talked to me about this
I know I can't do anything about it
But that won't stop me from trying.
I wanna be there to help you.
Whenever you need me;
Allow me to save you from your miserable truth
I hope you know you can always talk to me.
Let me be the one to sooth you
Whenever you are in an angry mood
Because... to be perfectly honest..
(As perfect as you)- Tonight,
I believe I fell in love with you.
Disintegrated.To possess my heart was simply not enough,Disintegrated.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you consumed my thoughts as well.
Enticed them with thoughts of us,
put me under your spell.
Hypnotized, unable to think.
Every word you said had me plunging deeper
into this bottomless abyss.
Thinking you were alongside me,
hand in hand, side by side.
I was smitten with you,
and I thought you felt the same.
Until you tore my heart.
Destroyed it, destroyed me.
Told me you loved me when you really love her.
You contemptible being, making me loathe you.
Shattering my heart, keeping the fragments.
home.i press my cheek to the window and for a moment, all i am able to focus on is the pattern my breath plays along the glass. it is a simple emotion and a simple thought and the way my lungs collapse to force the air from between my pursed lips is enough to soak in the rest of my thoughts like a dry and waiting sponge. the voice of the person to my left is butter and velvet, sifting through the air - each and every syllable seeking through the space between us as if to find a resting place, as if with each moment suspended in the air they might be able to find a place to call home.home.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
it is with reluctance that i turn my cheek, drawing myself back from the cool windowpane and i turn to them, my eyes blurred and disoriented. they are naught but colors; they are sea-foam and gravel, their eyes coming into focus to deepen into indigo. lovely, i remember myself thinking. the color of lovely. it is a game that i have always played; finding the colors of words as if i could paint a canvas with dri
Judges 4-5: Deborah and Them Deborah was pissed off. It was good she had her own palm tree to sit under most of the time, or her husband Lap would feel her wrath. In fact, her wrath wreathed her palm in a welter of disgust about this new prophecy she had for war.Judges 4-5: Deborah and Them4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Men! Dammit!" she muttered. "They are by far the biggest wussies I ever pass judgement on, the fools. Barak will be here any minute, whining at me. Today's the day he's supposed to do more war. Stupid men! I won't even start on God."
Deborah, who secretly wished she was called 'Debbie' or even 'Debutante,' wasn't just a prophetess. She also served as The Judge of Israel, and was a more furious woman than Judge Judy would ever be. Even the palm tree was called Deborah, in order for hapless men and sensible women to find this ferocious female and settle their arguments or hear their future.
Sure enough, here came all-show no-substa
the words and the silence_c.words are what brought us together.the words and the silence_c.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
it was the sentences and the phrases, the way the vowels sounded when you murmured them over state lines. it was the way i could hear your tongue roll and your teeth click; the sensual sighs between the beginning and the end. it was the way i could hear the ocean in your voice and the way i could feel the typhoon at the base of my spine. there was no friction between your fingertips and my flesh. there was no raised hairs from the tide of your breath. it was the language and the way we forged it between upraised hands and a prayer. it was the promise of tomorrow and the carved stone we left on our porch step - knowing one day our sails would fill with more than just hope.
Dreams are what gave our words life.
Oh, there was glory in the romance we dreamt of. We saw a legend in our tale, awaiting a serendipitous encounter and we craved to carve out its epic climax with our bare fingertips. Yes there was glory, and even pride. Pride that ou
winter heart.maybe it's the weather. maybe it's the steam in the morning and the fog in my lungs that brings these words to life. i can feel them stirring under my breath like a second life; i can taste them in the december air that teases nostalgia from the pitter patter of my winter heart.winter heart.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
it's like life is a faded photograph. its like time is a frozen lake. it's like i'm sitting on porches wearing oversized sweaters and holding cups that burn the tips of my numb fingertips. it's like i'm in a forest and it's damp. it's dark. it tastes like a memory and the rain looks the way it did two years ago when i was broken. it's like remembering something perfect in a moment that was anything but; like holding something just out of reach in the palm of my hand.
ten months and three days ago: i'm in a coffee shop with frost on the sidewalk. it is quiet and loud and i have the feeling that i really am all alone. but it isn't bad. it is peaceful. it is soft and my bruised heart breathes deep. i exhale. it is