MW2 - You Can't Kill a GhostMW2 - You Can't Kill a Ghost5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Just a little bit farther...
Roach weighed strongly on Ghost's shoulder as he helped drag the younger man to safety, just feet away in Shepherd's awaiting heli. As the back hatch opened, Ghost nearly sighed in relief as Shepherd came out to meet them. He could tell Roach, who was still breathing heavily in pain, began to relax in awaiting relief as well.
"Do you have the DSM?" Shepherd shouted over the roar of the engines.
"We got it, sir!" Ghost yelled back, ready to get his teammate a safe distance from the battle. Roach reached out a hand for support from Shepherd.
"Good," Shepherd commented, looking only at Roach. "That's one less loose end."
His eyes suddenly turned hardened and angry, and Ghost realized a moment too late that he'd pulled a gun with his right hand.
Before he could react, a shot rang out and Roach's weight was suddenly gone from his shoulders.
Horror ran through Ghost, and as his arms wildly flew out to catch him, Ghost couldn't stop himself from crying ou
MarieThe revolution startedMarie3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with a lean hunger,
an empty purse,
and a mail order bride
(who thought a crown
was just a rich girl's hat),
off her lover's belly,
growing plump and soft
while the crowd grew
thin and hard
with sticks and stones.
The city no longer smiled,
just tossed in its sleep
and dreamed of angry beasts,
swollen and shameless,
flat on their backs
while the gutters
ran with stars.
A New Order: Chapter 5A New Order: Chapter 53 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Alessa tried to not focus on the men behind her. One of them at least. Ezio had decided to go at an agonizingly slow pace as well. She looked at her teacher out of the corner of her eye. He seemed to be in deep thought. Alessa took that chance to quickly tug the front of his hood down and she raced up a wall, Lia would have done that to her. Ezio growled in frustration and glared at her. He looked at the new recruits.
"Well? Are you just going to stand there? Follow us." he chuckled.
He scaled the wall and stood beside her on the rooftop. The men looked at each other and shrugged. They scaled it as well. Alessa took off running. She leaped onto the next roof top, enjoying the adrenaline of soaring through the air. She climbed another wall and she crouched on the top. All three men were trailing behind her, just now getting to the wall. Alessa smirked before leaping off onto another rooftop. She sprinted to get speed for a big jump she saw coming. She got to the edge and she leaped. She
Spain x Reader .:The Only Exception:. Part 5Spain x Reader .:The Only Exception:. Part 53 years ago in Romance More Like This
The next two weeks passed by blissfully. Those days were full of you and Spain chatting about useless things, going out to eat and doing things together, and of course, sleeping in. You almost forgot about the situation you had left behind.
One morning, you were pouring your daily coffee as usual when Spain looked up from his newspaper and asked you a question.
"Have you ever been salsa dancing, ______?"
"Hmm... A little..." You mumbled, your lips to your mug. That was a lie. You've been dancing since you were four.
He stood up and cracked his knuckles, pushing in his chair. "That's good enough for me! You would like to go tonight, huh?"
"Tonight...?" You roughly swallowed your coffee and set the mug down, looking at him. "It's been a long time..."
"Nooo. Once you know salsa, you never forget it. Like riding a bicycle." He winked and walked into the living room with a stupid grin.
You shifted uncomfortably on the ground. You lied because the only person you've ever danced with is your
Compulsive Liar (spinning stories)The fox won't let me tell you the truth, not even a fragment. He is glintingCompulsive Liar (spinning stories)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at me from orange eyes again. 'Don't tell them anything. pretend. Imagine,
like you did when you were younger and spun stories from paper. It's all a big
game.' The dog has his ears pricked forward and is chasing his tail next to my
I don't think he doubts me.
The fox wants me to open up a conveyor belt leading straight from the back of
my mouth into peoples' waiting ears. He has made his own production line for
me: a thousand identities like shedded skins, two eye-colours, alternate beauty
marks, three accents and a past straight out of Shakespeare's quill. He wants
me to flick my tongue and weave an odyssey, spin on the spot and become a boy,
then a girl, then a woman, then a Hollywood star with sunken cheeks.
The hound is sat by my feet, panting. He wants me to smile widely, say that no,
I am one girl with one accent, green eyes, no frills on my clothes or gemstones
on my toes. The fox gla
World is DarrensWorld is Darrens5 years ago in Humor More Like This
"So it is decided.." Paris Skyle said "Instead of
death...Daren Shan will become a vampire prince.
"Are you serious?!" Darren exclaimed after being told what
was his fate because. He wasen'paying attention to
"Yes Darren Shan...you are a prince now"
Mr Crepsleys jaw dropped when he heared what Paris said.
"I have to listen to him?!" He pretty much screamed.
"Booyah!" Darren yelled "I...wanna....I WANNA SING" Darren
screamed louder then his mentor did. Everyone in the room
stared at him.Larten knew what he was going to do.
"For the love of charna no..." Darren had been listening
to many vocaloid songs. His favorite was none other than
Miku Hatsune his favorite song by this lovley voiced
vocaloid was one of her most famous...World is Mine.
Suddenly out of nowhere lights beamed upon him and
he sung these lyrics replacing princess with prince and
"The number one prince n the whole world
You should know by heart how to please me
OK?" He began to shake his hips an
A Game -Silent Hill HomecomingA Game -Silent Hill Homecoming6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Contains a bit Alex/Joshua.
I remember this rainy day. Completely.
Actually it was a pouring outside. We both had to stay inside, even if I promised him to go out to play. But the fall came a lot too early. My parents looked at me like I'd be responsible for this weather to disappoint my brother.
But I wasn't.
Honestly, he's the only family I've got. Neither of my parents were there for me like he was. Everytime, every minute. And now they even wanted to take him away from me. Only sometimes my mother showed a bit sympathy, but I couldn't accept it somehow.
I'm a stranger in this house.
So, I sat there, quietly on this chair and watched Joshua playing with some bouncy ball-thing. Seriously, he didn't look disappointed at all. Just bored. Though he was very quiet.
He caught the ball, raising his head. He looked at me with his blue eyes opened wide. Frankly, he stared at me. Somehow I drowned in his eyes.
After all, I can tell that he's the beloved one here. He's the one
The Darkness Within - GuideThe Darkness Within - Guide3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Okay, so this is a guide to all the characters in my story "The Darkness Within"
Power: Tolken, can transform into any animal.
Special Ability with being a Tolken: Master Hacker
Bio: George has had his powers since he can remember, but his parents never let him use them, his father even resported to hitting him sometimes, or even locking him in the closet. At age 14 he found Jordon Terrell in an alley and they found Riley and Austin, who gave them a 'home'. Hated Dylan at first, but now they are closer than brothers.
Fears: Tight spaces, restraints
Status: Father figure to the group, someone they can always go to in a time of need.
Power: Tolken, can transform into any person.
Special ability with being a tolken: Can see anything in his mind and build it exactly/can execute a plan in his head before it has happened and see all possible outcomes.
Bio: Dylan is the only one who had a real rel
Zalgo- Part 1 Chapter 1Zalgo- Part 1 Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A lone child wandered the empty roads of a town. A stuffed bear, made from rags clutched tightly in his arms. From a distance, this child appeared like any other. But when they’d turn their head two bull-like horns extended out from either side of his head. As one would get closer they would see the child has midnight black skin, and misshapen feet. He has six mouths, one where it’s supposed to be, then three on his chest and torso and two on his back. The ones on his body were curled into a seemingly permanent grin. He also had large, piercing red eyes with cat-like irises.
The child kept to the shadows, only his dimly glowing eyes visible in the darkness. He didn’t like being seen by others. He feared they would try to take his life. The child has been alone for quite some time. He had no parents and he had no idea what exactly he was. The only solid knowledge he had about himself was the name he knew he was given.
Meeting my PriestessMeeting my Priestess4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
In the middle of the night. I'm lying on the cold floor of my own room, there's a scented candle beside my head. It's wafting its mellow scent over me. I pull my blankets over my naked body and close my eyes, breathing deeply.
The world starts spinning and I find myself on my familiar tundra. I smell the coming snow and the tarry smoke of my fire. The she-wolf sits beside me, waiting. She's smiling at me and I get up and follow her.
I turn around and start walking up the woody hill. I follow my guide, she's flitting in and out of the woods. She stops on top of the hill and as I catch up to her, I see a long house, there are torches on either side of the doorway, smoking in the wind.
I start feeling nervous, start trembling. I feel my physical body trembling; I want to open my eyes and stop here. I decide not to. This time I will go in. This time I will see her.
The wolf sits beside the door, watching me. Again waiting for me, she knows I'm nervous. I shake myself, shaking the feeling o
Stories of Rapture: Dallas Byrdsong Part 1Stories of Rapture: Dallas Byrdsong Part 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
"I'm of the opinion that a person's name defines who they are. Take Andrew Ryan! His real name? Andrei Rianofski! Would anyone have followed a guy named 'Andrei' to the bottom of the goddamn Atlantic? Hell no! But Andrew Ryan? That's a good name! My name is Dallas 'Byrdsong'. With a name like that, I pretty much had no choice but to be a singer... it's a lucky break that I'm damn good at it."
Dallas cursed as stomped on his hat in frustration. His face was burning from embarrassment.
His one big chance to prove what he was made of and he'd screwed up his audition.
Dallas stared at his face in the mirror; he'd ducked into the bathroom after his failure. He splashed some water on his face and sighed. He took a moment to close his eyes and breathe.
"It's okay... It's okay. You had a bad go, but you can turn it around. You WILL turn it around."
That's what he told himself, but he still felt like a failure.
When he'd regained his composure, he he
Probability Pt. 1She had no time to think. No time to focus on the pain shooting through her leg with every step. Something was sprained or broken, she wouldn't know until later if there was a later, but for now she could only focus on the rungs of the ladder as she reached up and grasped them with her hands.Probability Pt. 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
One by one, one at a time. Stay calm, Madison, stay calm...
She heard Scott Shelby struggling to keep up below, and clamped down on the fear which threatened to never let go. They were too high up for her to make any mistakes. One misstep and it was all over. He would certainly make sure of that.
There! The top! She could make out the upper platform of the crane just a few feet ahead. Almost there-
Her fingers scrabbled on the slippery metal before finally catching on the grooves of its surface. Shelby was barely a foot behind her as she hauled herself up and struggled to her feet. Lightning shot by above and the light glinted off of the glass windows of the crane's cont
Six Words for a SlumpSix Words For A Slump:Six Words for a Slump2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're tired, unable to create anything.
You feel angry; the anatomy's wrong!
Why won't these words come together?
"Nothing's right anymore, my hands tremble..."
Yet the solution is fairly simple...
I'm showing it to you now;
Break up your ideas, smaller sized.
They come together, like in Tetris.
Rotate the blocks; shape your art.
Draw chibis and stick figures too.
Instead of epics, try a haiku.
How about a six word story?
If your mind is blocked, overheated.
Let it cool; take it slow.
By attempting all the smaller things,
Your art is sure to grow.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 5th January 2013
I Am DeathI Am Death3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am death
I follow you wherever you go
Catch your constantly falling tears
Cheer you along when you pick up the blade
Fill you with sadness when you don't cut deep enough
I fill you with dread for each passing day
Watch you suffer with great satisfaction
Scold you when your happy
Applaud when you sit nad cry
I invade you mind when you finally sleep
Make you dream of your desired violent death
You wake up and another part of you is lost
My job is nearly complete
As the final part of your life dissolves
And the sanity has vanished
I open my arms and take you in
For I am death
when writers cryAwake on strong, black coffee drinkswhen writers cry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Words on paper, liquid ink
Dreams of pen tips, future lies
Tragic stories, quotes of the wise
Nights have carved their dark, deep valleys
In the hollows of my eyes
For you see, my friend, when writers cry
There are no tears, their cheeks are dry
But ink dipped fingers, worn out wrists
Chewed up nails and bloody fists
You see, it's strange when writers cry
Their hearts are true, their words don’t lie
They mourn in silence for a few days
Of paper cuts and tear-less haze
Of coffee mugs and smoky paper
Liquid spills, and water vapor
Sorry dreams and wasted hours
Putrid smells and dying flowers
(Torn to pieces from inside
Tears are hidden by our pride)
A New Meeting Chapter 6A New Meeting Chapter 5A New Meeting Chapter 66 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Claire sighed when she heard him lean against the door. Im so confused . . . she mumbled, splashing her face with cold water again. She patted her face down quickly, hanging the cloth she used up and turning the door knob. She heard Steve jump and make a small ruckus. She rolled her eyes as she opened the door, finding him standing there, trying to look nonchalant as he looked at a picture she had hanging on the wall.
Are you hungry? Claire asked him, her hands on her hips with slight frustration.
He nodded, yep . . . are you going to make something? he asked her curiously.
Uh . . . yes . . . thats kind of why I asked, she walked to her kitchen and started pulling out ingredients.
Hes still kind of dumb she thought with another sigh and a shake of the head. She then glanced over at the entryway to see that Steve was watching her intently.
Yes . . . ? Do you need something? she
JazzMusic has to set your soul swinging.Jazz4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When someone puts on that old record,
You've got to feel the rhythm right down to your roots.
Your soul has to glow like a lantern on a dusky summer night,
Shooting golden sparks all through your body.
The soul of the music gets into you, and you can't help but move.
You can't help but move to the spirit of the melody.
The spirit of the rolling river,
The ebb and flow of tides on the bayou,
The shudder and shimmy of the second line,
And the rattle of carriages and trolleys on the cobblestone streets.
Of smoky rooms at midnight, and the struggle that dreams are made of.
The raw cry of a saxophone, and the brassy bray of trumpets.
The chilly laugh of piano keys, and the deep twang of a standup bass.
The spirit of the music gets into you, and fills you up from top to bottom.
It wakes up your soul, sets it to swinging,
And asks it to dance.
Proud To Be A NerdProud To Be A NerdProud To Be A Nerd4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh, sure, we're at the bottom of the social ladder.
But to be honest with you, the view's not always better at the top.
Nerds have intellect.
Nerds have insight.
Nerds have interests.
And what do you have?
Yeah, that's what I thought.
So don't laugh we when let out our mighty "SQUEE" of delight.
Don't laugh when we dress up for movie premieres.
Don't laugh when we treat our nerdy interests as Serious Business.
Because we will laugh right back
while insulting you in a way that people like you couldn't understand if you tried.
Which you won't.
So don't trip us in the hall
or steal our nerdy thingamabobs
or insult us in the most pathetic way.
Because we will get our revenge.
You may not even notice, but we will.
Whether we "borrow" all of your pencils
one by one by one,
put too much salt on your food
or walk up to the head cheerleader and say,
"See that guy over there?
He thinks you look fat in that outfit",
we will get our revenge.
Untitled Tiger Project Part 1Untitled Tiger Project Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The strange feeling came over the tigress Penumbra once again. Her paws tingled, her charcoal hair rose as if electrified, and her body felt faintly as if it were being constricted by the air around her. She flicked her ears in irritation, but she was too used to the phenomenon to express actual alarm. She didn't even bother to raise her head off of her single broad foreleg. The sensation would pass, as it always did, and she paid little mind to it.
It was the water leaking from the rusted pipe above her head that caught her interest, though. She had been absent-mindedly watching the pure water fall, drop by drop, from the peripherals of her vision. Now the rhythmic, predictable dripping slowed until it stopped. Then, in defiance of every law of fluid dynamics that Penumbra knew, the drops of water began to rise from the floor and slip back into the pipe. Penumbra stiffened and swivelled her head to watch.
Newish Elena ProfileNicknameNewish Elena Profile3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Full Name: Elena Clio Vassiliadis
Name Meaning: torch, fame
Race: demi god
Birth date: June 6
Skin Color: tan
Hair Color: blonde
Hair Style: http://s1.favim.com/orig/13/beanie-blonde-ellie-goulding-eyes-girl-Favim.com-179377.jpg like that
Eye Color: green with flecks of gold
Weapon: bow and arrow
Skills/Magic/Abilities: can heal but at a cost, and set things on fire
Personality: usually a carefree girl, has a pretty bad temper
History: Daughter of Apollo she grew up jumping back and forth between her island and Olympus.
Family: dad-apollo, mother, step father
Extra: Speaks Greek
Outfits:http://www.polyvore.com/you_hipster/set?id=32665702 has a hispet kind of style XD
Naomi KH ocName: NaomiNaomi KH oc4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Hair Style: Loose long curls and sometimes wears a black head band
Hair color: Blond
Eye color: Green
Powers/abilities/styles/gifts: She can go into peoples dreams
Weapon(s): A struggle stick so far~
Birth world: Wonderland
Current town: Destiny Island
History: When at a very young age the darkness began to take over, her parents feared it, Wonderland was turning into a place full of mad people! So they fled to Destiny Island. Naomi still thinks she was born there, she believes in other worlds though. Her mother told her stories of them.
Personality: A quit curious girl and a daydreamer,
Weaknesses: School work D:
Family: Mother and Father (Who everyone thinks are quite mad~)
Likes: The sky, the beach, struggling, music
Dislikes: School work yeah thats about it
Fears: A women that appears in her dreams, she is often yelling "Off with her head!" (guess who~)
Sayings: "Nonsense is just what adults call it, its real
Nathan and Will schedulesWills schedule-Nathan and Will schedules4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
1st-The art of Magic
1st-The art of magic
Who needs friends?Who needs friends?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A good enemy is better than a best friend
A good enemy can't betray
A good enemy won't go away
A good enemy will be there at the end
A best friend will fail
A best friend tells you what to think
A best fiend pushes you to the brink
A best friend will bail
A good enemy pushes you forward
A good enemy tests your steel
A good enemy makes you real
A good enemy seeks no reward
A best friend makes demands
A best friend always judges
A best fiend holds grudges
A best friend won't withstand
With an enemy you know they hate you
With a friend you are not sure
To an enemy you can be true
When they run you through
It won't be from behind
A friend won't just let it end
Tell you they never liked you
Every story you tell they bend
Every wound you mend
They inflict two more
With enemies like these who needs friends
Dead Space 2: Rules To Live ByDead Space 2: Rules To Live By4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Took me 8 Hours to beat Dead Space 2. And it made me learn three rules.
1. Never thrust large rooms or elevators
2. Never think a psycho person can help you out in any way and you should just kill them in the first place.
3. If your ex-lover comes to you in visions telling you to do something, DON'T do it, they just want to kill you and have you in the afterlife.