KickstartKickstart3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm in the middle of eating lunch when Katara texts me.
[Hey Aang! Do you want to come over right now?]
I think about her offer for a moment. I want to but I kinda don't.
[Sorry, Kat, I'm kinda busy right now maybe some other time?]
I know, I know, it's a lame excuse, but things have been different lately. Things have been tense, but I'm not really sure why.
[Oh well, it's okay, tell me when and I'm ready to go ^^]
Even through texting I can tell she's not really okay with it. I wish things were different
-A Few Days Later-
"Isn't this nice Aang? Just a stroll through the park, eating cotton candy?" Katara asks me. She's beautiful today, she's in a flattering blue dress, adorned with flowers, her hair down. Before I wouldn't stop admiring her, now I barely leave a comment.
I nod distractedly. "Yeah " She lends out her hand to me, but I'm off in s
Invader Zim: Nine Days - Day 6Invader Zim: Nine Days - Day 63 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Invader Zim: Nine Days
Sparks flew through Zim's lab as the Irken welded tirelessly away at the Doom Maker. Although it was far from completion, Zim was not fazed by how long he would have to work on his creation. In fact, he was actually making reparations after a horrible accident involving Gir the previous night.
It was just a few hours before sunrise and Zim had not even taken a break since he received his parts for the robot. If his calculations proved correct, the robot would be complete within twenty-four hours. This would leave him and Gir plenty of time to test it. Zim paused for a moment to wipe the sweat off of his forehead. He inspected his day's work and smiled to himself.
"Everything is coming along so smoothly," he said to himself. "I even amaze myself. I just need to get all of the systems together and she will run beautifully! I can't wait to see my Tallest's reaction!"
Zim then entered his very own fantasy of conquering Earth.
"Congratulations Zim!" Talle
Tales of Tajii: The First TaleTales of Tajii: The First Tale3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The First Tale: Art is simple It's only three letters.
Much like Tajina was a writer, her character Taij, was an artist. This was strange, considering he'd been a character not too long ago. She couldn't remember writing about him as an artist; only as a thief. Of course, Taij didn't seem to remember any of that, though. No, he seemed to be quite insistent that he was not a character.
"It was real " He would insist silently. Only, he wouldn't voice his opinions aloud most times.
No, he would have rather drawn them up. The first time Tajina saw him drawing, it was in the living room. Strange as it might be, she lived in a place of her own. It would have been even stranger to say that she'd been living alone since she was thirteen.
She didn't confide in people much, which was the reason people just thought she was a lonesome teenage girl wandering the streets most of the time. She preferred it that wayshe didn't need anyone looking out for her like she was a kid.
PunkEnglandxGrimReaperReader Too Much To Ask For 2PunkEnglandxGrimReaperReader Too Much To Ask For 22 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
WARNING! THERE IS SOME CURSING IN THIS. IF YOU DON'T LIKE THEN DON'T READ IT! Otherwise, enjoy~!
"You have set your heart on haunting me forever." -Panic! At The Disco
Arthur's eyes glared at you from the other side of the mahogany coffee table as you gently sipped the tea he had kindly made for you. It was kind of surprising to you that he, Arthur, a scandalous punk, would be drinking this sort of thing. Although, it was pretty good. And calming.
The room around you was almost as surprising as the fact he drank tea. It was fairly homey, brown walls, soft white couches without a stain on them. Even the paintings of multiple places around the world sprawled around the walls looked sophisticated, and oddly, nothing screamed ridiculous as you'd thought it would have. In fact, the only thing that looked remotely punk material were the guitars that were strung up on the two walls beside the f
The Wrong Direction - PrologueThe Wrong Direction - Prologue4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Wrong Direction
Prologue: Part 1
The sun was beginning to set on the peaceful, little Irken city called Irkea. It was one of the planet's smaller cities and was not a major center for politics and militia. Here, drones could get jobs that were enough to get by while under the constant guardian of the Irken Empire. Despite not being a major city for the government's hands to grease up, the city was not without its life giving center. Nearly a mile below the shoes of everyday Irkens, new smeets were born only to be introduced to the education system immediately. There, the smeets would live, learn, and grow stronger until a lifestyle can be determined for the Irken and they can live on top. Today was a slow day for the robotic units in the ward. The three robots (consisting only of arms) were in charge of the infants' first few minutes of life. Today, however, the usually steady stream of incubating smeets was slow and eventless. The loyal robots, on the other hand, were still
The Wrong Direction: Chapter 1The Wrong Direction: Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Wrong Direction
Almost 19 Years Later
The Humongous: The Irken Fleet's brand new mega-ship and arguably one of the most powerful weapons in the universe. It outshined the Massive (the fleet's former star-vessel) in every aspect, and it was all for the Almighty Tallest Purple's birthday. Technician drones worked hard aboard the super-ship as they rushed to assemble the Humongous in time for its maiden voyage in five days. The overall structure was done; only the interior novelties were left to be made. Jettis was the Irken in charge of the completion of the ship's stern. He was a no-nonsense supervisor; tall and formidable. He had no compassion for any drone that lags behind. His number one pet peeve: delays. His number two pet peeve: The drone who was causing the delays. On this particular day, he wasn't angry; he was furious.
Jettis approached one of his workers who was welding tables down to the floor of the control room. The angry supervisor shut off the power s
LuxembourgLuxembourg3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Representing Country: Luxembourg
Capital City: Luxembourg
Human Name: Lydia-Rose Bonnefoi
Origin of Name: German and French
Nicknames: Lux and Lyd
Physical Age: 18
Actual Age: Unkown
Birthday: June 9th
Languages: French, German, Luxembourgish
Population: 503, 302
Area: 2,586 sq km
Floral Emblem: Rose
National Animal: Red Lion
National Holiday: June 28th
National Dish: Judd Mat Gaardebou'nen
Religion: Roman Catholic
Type of Government: Constitutional Monarchy
Flag: Three simple lines. It starts with red, white, then blue.
Hair Colour & Style: long wavy Auburn hair usually down with bangs that cut across her forehead to the right
Eye Colour: Deep blue with hints of light green, gold, and silver
Skin Tone: Pale
Weight: 140 lbs.
Body Type: Hour Glass
Outfit: Usually always a classical Lolita dress
Scars/Tattoo's/Piercings: Although it remains unseen, she has many scars covering her
Personality & Interests
Overall First Appearance:
365 Days .::South Italy::.A/N ::365 Days .::South Italy::.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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I will try everything,
To make you come closer to me
How can I get it through,
To tell you what I can't lose...
Lovino sighed and glanced out the window. English was a boring class, especially since everyone hated to even talk to him. The classroom door opened and everyone's attention turned towards the door, even Lovino's. He went wide eyed at the sight of the person who just entered the half-filled classroom.
"Um, Mrs. Frison? This is your new student, [Name] [Surname]. She'll be in your first period class from now on." The student-teacher patted the girl's back and left the room. The girl was beautiful, in Lovino's eyes. Her [h/c] hair was pulled up into a ponytail, her bangs fell just beside her face. She didn't wear make-up, like all the other girls at the school. The dark and light blue striped shirt that hung just below her shoulders was cute and made her figure look facinating
Such Envy ConstruedSuch Envy Construed3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Such envy construed from a dead, lifeless thing!
One would think I had taken too much of wine
Yet here I still lie, overcome with this dream
When the sensuous dawn and the morning are mine
I curse the sweet cloth that extends his form
So dark, yet inviting in its fibers of night
If the heart is the eyes, then his heart beats on
For his hand is my scepter and his being my sight
Such violence! Such envy! Are mortals so daft?
If a rose stabs itself on the thorns of deceit
I scream out my words, but you only will laugh
At the warring so bloody, yet blindingly sweet
If I lay me down tightly and rightly to sleep
Then dear Death will come tramping, as soon is his due
Announce my cold state, for the flesh will not reap
I am lying in arms so much sweeter than you