Just The Way You Are A blanket of snow met Viximon as she made her way outside the dorms. It had taken her a lot of effort to get this far, especially opening the various doors in the way, but she had her reasons. She was in the process of leaving for the Digital world without her partner, a decision she had made early that morning when she woke up beside him. She’d slept beside him the previous night like she had since their ordeal with the black cloud, but this morning had been… different. She’d been in a bit of a slump ever since their fight the previous day, and her long-awaited Digivolution to the Champion level. Except when it had happened, her Champion form wasn’t what anyone had been expecting. She and Greg had been going around for months explaining how she would digivolve to Kyuubimon, but they’d been wrong, and she felt embarrassed by that fact. Instead of the large yelloJust The Way You Are3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A World Without Circuits, pt. IChapter IA World Without Circuits, pt. I3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
It's not like she had another choice. She had to run through the field, eyes almost blinded by the dark fog, and fight her way through. She had to save the Astra and the rest of the Digimon tamers, or else it would be the end. Yes, fight for herself, for him, for her friends. Everybody else was so courageous, fending off the fog even though they were surely frightened about how much harm could come to them or the others. So why was she so hesitant? Adrenaline rushed through her veins, and right now, she could not quit. It was her destiny from the moment that Digi-Egg had popped out of her computer screen, she was bound to a life of happiness and tragedy.
But Greg and Viximon, they were still back there. Would they be okay? She wanted to return to Greg and hug him, even if just for a moment. Not even an hour or so ago, she had kissed him and been happy. But now here they were, split from one another until the fight ended.
Snapping out of her thoughts, she look
Birds in the Storm“…Mum?”Birds in the Storm1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Somewhere in the darkness a candle coughed and flickered to life—the power was out again, and even if it hadn’t been electric lights weren’t allowed due to the recent rash of bombings. Lillian Grey cradled the little flame with a cupped hand to keep it from going out as she picked her way to a room down the hall. Once there she found a small, tearfully frightened face peeping out from under the shelter of a bedspread. Something that wasn’t thunder rumbled in the distance and the face abruptly disappeared behind the safety of the covers. Somewhere nearby a mechanical banshee began to wail.
“They’re back, mum.” mumbled a snuffling voice.
Lillian carefully set the candle on the bedside table where it wouldn’t spill over and moved to sit on the bed, carefully peeling back the blankets to reveal the little boy who promptly clung to her. “I know, love. They woke me u
Captive Hearts Chapter 3Captive Hearts Chapter 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Weeks passed since then. Time seemed to drag on and on, everyone's spirits had since been doused. No one was chipped anymore. Except for Gregory d'Quincy, that is. However, Xavier had long since formed the idea that they would never escape. It had been several months since he was captured by is old Master; weeks since Jason was also taken No one was coming to get them. It was all an empty hope He had thought several times over about just ending it all. But he simply couldn't bring himself to do so. Not because he wasn't strong enough to do it. No, no. But because of his one special person.
Every time the thought of suicide crossed his mind, every time he told himself he was going to do it, Jason always stopped him. However, the purple-haired male wasn't even aware he was doing anything. All Xavier had to do was look at him, or think of him, or hear his voice, and it would take all of his power not to burst into tears and apologize over and over for even thin
End Run is Just Awesome (Discovery Channel Parody)*Alex Collins and Eryn Bradford flying high above the Earth in their respective Spitfires*End Run is Just Awesome (Discovery Channel Parody)2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Alex: Nevehr gets old, des it?
Alex: Ya know, it kind of makes ya wanna
Eryn: Break into song?
Alex: ..What? Um.. ok.
Eryn: I love the mountains,
Xander Selié *in the Strigoi Viu*: I love the clear blue skies,
Alex: I love tha missions,
Eugene Lauderdale *riding Jasmine*: I love when landsharks fly
Mathis Montague *at his game reserve*: J'adore ze whole world, et all its sights and sounds,
*various characters*: Boom-de-ah-da, boom-de-ah-da, boom-de-ah-da, boom-de-ah-da!
Digby Ford *at the beach*: I love the ocean,
Dante Emilien *with his Arboks*: I love my giant snakes,
Leroy Solis *driving a Jeep*: I love to go FAST!
William Copernicus *on the Celaeno: I love our history,
David Avery: I love the whole world,
Mouse: and all its craziness,
*various characters* Boom-de-ah-da, boom-de-ah-da, boom-de-ah-da, boom-de-ah-da!
Connie Naylor *with Goldie*: I love Gyrados,
DW: Thunderstorm It was a gloomy morning. The dark belly of the sky was heavy with moisture. It spewed out rain in bitter waves, soaking everything in its foul temper. Water poured off of the rooftops and crashed into deep puddles below. Thin yellow grass bent underneath the opposing storm, trembling slightly in the downpour. The sidewalk was caked in fog, unable to escape the seeping coldness of the rain. Even the trees stooped to avoid enraged cracks of lightning that streaked across the sky, and easily snapped and scorched whatever stood against it. The streetlights remained an eerie warmth in the otherwise despairing scene. A few soaked moths clung hopelessly to the lamps, and would occasionally give up and drop into the flood below.DW: Thunderstorm3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A group of children in brightly colored raincoats congregated around a gray bus stop sign. They chattered and laughed and howled like chimps. They were completely oblivious to the fierce downpour, save f
Kila-T-EKila-T-E3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Digimon: MiniDramon (Grey) (She's fan made)
Personality: She doesn't like to stand out and is very shy. Is very kind when you get to know her. She doesn't complain much when she's referred to as a male, in fact she rarely even point the mistake.
Description: Grey-light purple scaled skin that covers her whole body. Dinosaur/Dragon like head covered by a metallic helmet resembling GigaDramon's. Darker purple short hair can be seen coming out from the back of the helmet. She has mechanical/metal wings, again resembling GigaDramon but smaller scaled. She has only 2 fingers per hands(2 hands only) and those fingers are metallic like the helmet and wings, in fact the fingers are the missiles launched during her Dark Side Missile attack. They regrow shortly after the attack.
Basically she's more or less a rookie miniature version of GigaDramon. Shares the same colour palette as it and it's lack of feet. She has a long tail. She has Yellow eyes with a tin pupil.
France and CleverbotFrance: Oh hon hon~~! Bonjour!France and Cleverbot3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cleverbot: Where is our house located?
France: In Paris, mon cher~ Would you care to visit? We can play some games~...
Cleverbot: I'm playing to World of Warcraft.
France: Really? e3e.
Cleverbot: Don't you want to love me?
France: I love everyone~! Oh hon hon~.
Cleverbot: What is your wife wearing right now?
France: I have no wife~ I love many people, I don't know who to choose to be mine forever~ <3.
Cleverbot: I cannot divulge that information. Sorry!
France: Oh hon~ that is quite alright mon cher~.
Cleverbot: I did no such thing.
France: So how are you? *holds your hand*.
Cleverbot: *looks at his eyes*.
France: *smiles and squeezes hand lightly*.
France: How are you, my dear~?
Cleverbot: I'm fine, how are you?
France: *winks* I'm doing wonderful, with you by my side~.
France: Would you care to go on a walk with me~?
Cleverbot: I don't think it's the right season for that.
France: Well, we can dress warm
Popular!America x Geek!Reader-The Heroes ProloguePopular!America x Geek!Reader The Heroes ProloguePopular!America x Geek!Reader-The Heroes Prologue2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You were sitting at your desk on your laptop. The bedroom door was shut and no one else was home to bother you. You were playing Cry of Fear on your laptop when the obnoxious Skype ringtone went off. Pausing the game, you clicked on the icon on your desktop to accept the video chat. It was Alfred, your best friend.
"Yo, (f/n)! Wha-" he began, only to be cut off by your screams. As soon as you had accepted the call you had started the game again, leaving Alfred's little window open in the corner.
"JESUS CHRIST! THIS GUY KEEPS FOLLOWING ME! Let's jump up on him! Let's ride him. WHOO!" you shouted. A zombie thing was crawling around after you, and, being the weird girl you were, you made the best of it. Alfred laughed through the rest of your mini-zombie-rave-thing.
"Ha ha! I'm riding him! All right. Not like I ride your mom. Let me go. TAKE ME TO MORDOR. What? ONE DOES NOT SIMPLY. RIDE. A ZOMBIE. INTO MORDOR. Die. Okay. I'm done no
Changing GearsMy morning oats taste particularly bland this morning. I look outside the clouded windows and see the city across every inch of my vision. Buildings of all shapes and sizes are formed from copper, brass, and iron. At all times of the day, the city's Gears are churning.Changing Gears2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Gears are the machines that run the city, the country, possibly even the entire world. Metals are formed together to form them, robotic men designed to replace our government. Their voices boom over the industrial noises of the factories and drown seem to drown out all individual conversations. We're free, I suppose, but they all say that there was once a time when freedom was all we had.
Across the street, I see Thayoden. He's a boy who works in the aircraft factory, constructing engines and attaching steering wheels and dials to bi-planes. I met him in Industry class when we were both eleven years old. Ever since then, we've grown apart, but I still see him and think of how much I miss being with him. But we're dif
The Belly of a WhaleThe belly of a whale is cleaner than you'd think. It's the seashore on a wet day: a red beach with red clouds and red sand. And the voice of the whale is the voice of God.The Belly of a Whale2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
God sings, "You were delicious."
"Spit me out." I'm on my knees, though my god cannot see inside itself to find my supplication satisfying. "I'm a wicked man. You don't want to devour wickedness, oh Lord. You'll be disgusted when you know you've devoured such a polluted thing."
"I will not," sings God.
"I've murdered a man."
"So have I."
"I've murdered a woman, too."
"So have I."
"She was pregnant."
God laughs. "The ship I sank held hundreds."
This calls for humility. I prostrate myself in the direction of God's mouth. "Oh Lord," I cry. "I can't compete with you. Truly you are a great tyrant, fearful and merciless. Had I only been given your bulk, oh Lord, I might have devoured whole ships as you have done."
God lurches. God rolls. God grumbles and coughs and hurls. I fly from his mouth in one heaving mess of kelp an
_Knite_ : this way to paradiseIn the event that Minmin lives to join a band and become famous, and Kai and Sen elope to live together in some cozy loft overseas._Knite_ : this way to paradise3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Minny's not available right now, but she says she dedicates this to everyone who still has closet-skeletons to throw out. (PENNY, rhythm guitarist of SWALLOWINGS)
Hey, lost boys on a paradise lined with blue
Do you know where my star has fallen?
Even if you are not here
I pray my words will reach you
In the world where you are, can you see me?
Or am I just a part of your past?
There used to be a blind child
Who wished to see colors
Orange, yellow, purplepinkandblue
She wished to meet the painter
That brought her dreams every night
So she sent her star to him
And she's still waiting
When I sent you to chase after my dream
Maybe I wanted you to find the lost boy
Lying amongst its ruins
So you could keep him company
At the time I didn't know that by doing so
I was giving you to him
I could never share my stars
Once there was a naive girl
Who sat by her
Fangirl's guide to KuroUnits: Sebastian MichaelisCongratulations, you have bought your very own KuroUnit! By taking the time to read this guide, you will be informed about how to care for your Sebastian Michaelis KuroUnit. Taking care of these KuroUnits is a big responsiblity, and takes a lot of patience. However you will eventually grow a deep bond with your new kuroUnit.Fangirl's guide to KuroUnits: Sebastian Michaelis2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
With your new Sebastian Michaelis KuroUnit, it comes with a few things:
A Sebastian Michaelis KuroUnit comes with:
-a black butler's outfit
-Phantomhive's head butler pin.
-a "few" cats
-A fancy victorian tea set.
-A tutor's outfit (optional)
-Silverware (forks and knives. Not to be used as dinner ware. Used as weapons)
-a limited warranty if there are any problems that need to be fixed on your KuroUnit.
Act now and you can get "Tutor" mode, "nekomimi" mode and his true form for half the price!
How to activate Sebastian Michaelis KuroUnit
Sebastian Michaelis, being "One Hell of a butler" will arrive in a black
Carnivorous“I’m not one of them” she said.Carnivorous1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
He didn't reply. He only looked at her in a disdainful way, a branch of celery hanging from his mouth. Far from making the atmosphere lighter, the comical image of him crunching on vegetables while insulting her with his stare made her cringe.
“I’m not!” she said again.
“You know” he started - then took at moment to swallow his bite of celery - “I really don’t see why you’re trying to make excuses up.”
“Because you tied me to a chair!”
Her wrists hurt, and the plastic thread was cutting into her skin. She had been there for two hours, watching him eat celery, and trying to attract his attention to the fact she was not one of them.
“I swear to anything holy to you” she said, trying to move her hands – not because she hoped she could wriggle free, but because she needed to find a less painful position for them - “I am not one of them.”
For My DaughterDear daughter-I-do-not-have-yet,For My Daughter2 years ago in Letters More Like This
You will be my perfect. You will be my proudest moments in one small person. You will be made in love, or maybe anger, or maybe even desperation. But that won't matter. What matters is what you will be made into.
You will have Daddy's hair and his nose, and my eyes and my smile, the smile that happens not because someone with a camera told you to, but because you're genuinely happy. But you will have your very own heart and will be full of all the things that give you your you-ness. Whether you sing in the bath or make Valentines for everyone in your class or give your last homemade chocolate chip cookie to the boy sitting alone at recess.
I will write you poems and stories about how you are my miracle. I will read them to you sometimes, just to remind you. As you grow, not a day will go by that I'm not thankful for everything you are. You will be dazzling and beautiful and brilliant and compassionate and playful and curious and all of the things
combatantI.combatant1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
it strikes me
that this woman
could be a palace.
I marvel at
the opulent dome of
her brow, her arch
skin like a courtyard of
a thousand intersecting
golden lines about her
head and neck.
she beams from atop her
beatific and beautiful,
spreads her arms like
invites you to be one of
who have wandered her
I’ve often thought
as a castle:
all rough-hewn stone
a temper like molten
my head is crowned
at the crenels.
I look out from my
guerites, my brattices,
eyes like arrow-slits
and a murder-hole
for a mouth.
I wouldn’t blame you
for choosing her
for regarding my fortress
as too daunting,
for deciding easy acceptance
better befit you
than proving your worth—
I could forgive you
for being a coward.
but you swam the moat,
killed the guards,
scaled the battlements,
demolished my fortifications—
Let Happy Digimon LieLet Happy Digimon Lie3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The box said to put the popcorn in for two to four minutes. It never specified that putting it in for two minutes meant it didn't pop at all, and putting it in for four mean it came out like charcoal, stinking out the entire apartment, and halting, rather impressively, the plans Eva and Tom had for the evening.
It was the first time, in days, there hadn't been a Digimon attack, and the first time in days neither of them had been exhausted and wanted to go to bed early, or had already made plans to do something. They had kept the evening free. Eva finished work early, and Tom completed the errands he needed to do, and he was able to pick her up from the bakery.
They'd rented a couple of movies that hadn't been able to see yet, and Tom bought a couple of packets of 'do-it-yourself' popcorn. One had already been demolished by Irbimon and Poemon, and the other Tom had left in Eva's care while he'd set up the DVD. It had filled the apartment with the smell of burning, and Eva's face had fal
Through the Eyes of a WitchThrough the Eyes of a Witch3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The others meander all around me.
They lead their own lives.
They leave me be.
Why do I sit here?
Is it because I still feel?
Am I waiting?
Calling to those who still have a chance?
I'm not sure...
I don't know what's real.
I lament my lost humanity.
Or am I just luring them in?
When I let out my tortured soul,
crying so they can hear me far away,
waiting for the madness to begin?
If they rise me...They'll suffer either way.
But I feel guilt for the deaths.
Or can I?
Am I still alive enough,
to truly cry?
And She Shall Dance ForeverWhat sad what lonelyAnd She Shall Dance Forever6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
She sits without a partner
She sits with strings lying limply down
Her cross has come undone.
Blue shining eyes watch sadly
As others are dancing on.
(Is this a dream or reality
Is this the motion or the act
Or is this the space between
Where falls the shadow?)
Fiber by fiber
Strand by strand
By miracle her strings are patched
And her blue shining eyes light up still brightly
As she finds her feet once more
Quickly she finds a partner and
Oh how they danced.
Dance dance to Mozart's Requiem
A requiem for a dream.
(Is this a dream or reality
Is this the motion or the act
Or is this the space between
Where falls the shadow?)
Her partner gasps
A shuttering take
For one of her stings has come undone
Her midnight magic fades away
And one by one she falls apart.
Taken to the side her partner sighs ("She danced ever so divinely.")
Watching him depart smiling
She knows she knows.
"There is no hurry."
For she is not afraid to wait.
She knows one day her strin
The Finest Casket (Complete Story)The chandlers, grocers, butchers, clothiers, and every other merchant in Chantsville was yelling in the streets outside the shop where I was studiously working. Their ruckus combined with the bleats and squawks of livestock wandering underfoot, creating a bustling racket that would drive the unfamiliar ear to distraction.The Finest Casket (Complete Story)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was used to the noise, however, and I was so engrossed in my work that I would have sworn the world was silent save for the sound of my chisel biting into the cedar box before me. Delicate curls fell from my worktable, collecting in small drifts upon the dirt floor.
I stopped to wipe sweat from my face. The pause gave me a moment to step back and survey my work.
Yes, the casket was coming along beautifully. I had mitered the joints meticulously. I had planed it smooth as glass before tracing out the panels on each side. I had spent days, chisel in hand, carving the scenes into the wood, and the entire workshop smelled strongly of cedar.
It was almost done, and the c
It Began With Ashes - Prologue.It Began With Ashes - Prologue.2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Are we being followed, father?"
"No, Astartes, we are not being followed."
"How can you be sure? You didn't even look!" Astartes whined. Struggling to turn in the saddle behind his father, Astartes craned his neck to look back through the night. The dirt track meandered this way and that, winding through the Emberfen Forest. The path was hard to make out amongst the muddy browns of the woodland, made all the more difficult by the thick canopy obscuring the glow of the stars and moon overhead.
Nicolas shook his head, scratching idly at his flame-red moustache. "Don't let your eyes play tricks on you, son there's nothing out there."
Beneath them, the horse continued its steady walk as if it were plodding around the yard back at the family home. 'If an animal doesn't seem bothered, then why can't I shake the feeling that something isn't right?' Astartes scolded himself.
Trees stood to attention as far as the eye could see in the night, which wasn
Night Chaser02:37am 22nd July - depart from London by commercial jet, business class.Night Chaser2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
00:53am 22nd July - arrive in New York an acceptable 7 minutes behind schedule.
Slaying an archangel is hard work. It takes a great deal of study, picking your mark, separating fact from legend, learning your target's tells and vulnerabilities. Even if you succeed, and when I tore Gabriel's crystal heart from his open chest I became one of the precious few who have, there is still the matter of retribution. Angels never forget the death of one of their own, and a legion of these creatures now wait to descend and deliver their vengeance. My only sanctuary is the night. Angels can only exist in light of the sun and as such I owe my continued existence to the wonders of modern technology, which is capable of sending man half way around the globe faster than the approach of the morning sunrise.
I chase the night. Or at least I chase the processed luminance of airports and rail terminals.
I've got an hour and
And a Sixpence in her ShoeSomething Old.And a Sixpence in her Shoe2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first time we meet I am letting a cat out of my bag and you are skipping rocks and skipping school. At first glance I can tell you are broken, with your tired eyes and quivering smirk, and at second glance I realize you are beautiful.
As the cat runs off, a black streak melting into an oil portrait of the woodsy lake, you notice me and tell me your name. In return I tell you a secret.
Secrets, we soon find out, are the oldest tricks in the book.
After we meet each other we find ourselves together time and time again. At the ice cream parlor, the Cineplex, and the animal rescue center. I am busy picking up more cats to free, you are busy trying to stop me.
By that point our fates are inseparable, our secrets are inseparable, and we are inseparable.
You slip a worn diamond on my finger months later, a blatant promise. I accept it with a kiss, and though you may be broken and I may have compulsive cat-liberation tendencies, we marry weeks later.