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 Are2 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
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,
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
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
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: Thunderstorm2 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
Carnivorous“I’m not one of them” she said.Carnivorous11 months 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.”
An Interactive Fic: THE FINAL /Ch.1BAn Interactive Fic: THE FINAL /Ch.1B2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
An interactive Walking Dead experience.
Rated T. Warning: Explicit language.
Pairings: Felix & Marzia, Red & Russ. May be hints of slash.
You and 63.2% of the readers chose B:
c) "Bigger groups will drag each other down..." - 18.4%
a) "I don't know... The journey seems a little risky." - 3.9%
d) "You want me to go out there?! No way! That's not safe!!" - 1.3%
Chapter 1, B: Quarrel in the crew
You've chosen to trust Pewdie's idea.
"That's a good idea." Marzia smiles, and Felix's face lightened. "Let's stay together."
He got up, and said with excitement. "Great! We can take one of the working cars on the street. The drive might take half a day... if not a whole." He looks out into the pitch black night. "If we go now we can sneak past the walkers in the dark, and arrive in the afternoon. Let's go."
They hastily pack. Felix stuffed a few packets of rations into a backpack and slung it onto his back. Marzia returns with a kitchen knife held with t
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—
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.
The ChalkboardWe had a chalkboard on the back wall of our kitchen. It was green with a wood trim and big like a front door. It did more harm than good I think.The Chalkboard1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I was nine and my big sister seventeen. Every morning we ate breakfast together across from each other and it was usually the only time I saw her.
Every morning mom wrote a new word from the dictionary on it. Winsome. Subliminal. Inept. The word in red chalk and the definition in cursive white. Every morning a new word was there, under the Maxim — a short, pithy statement expressing a general truth or rule of conduct — mom made up and taped onto the top of the board.
The Early Learner Bird Gets The Word.
Between bites we said the word and the definition, over and over. Dad liked to say we sounded like broken record players. Mom said we were learning by Rote — mechanical or habitual repetition of something to be learned. After I said it ten times I could ask to be excused from the table.
It’ll let you express yourself b
How to TrollHow to Troll: A Pocket Guide to Ruling the InternetHow to Troll4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Trolling the internet can be a demanding task. It takes skill and a lot of hard work to bully people from the safety of your computer, and this guide was designed to make your life easier.
The golden rule of trolling is to remember that you are awesome; you are always right, and everyone else is always inferior. That is precisely why you should be the one to dominate the internet, instead of those pesky moderators.
The first step of asserting this dominance is to pick a victim. This is perhaps the easiest part of the process; if you modify your technique accordingly, nearly anyone can be trolled. However, the easiest way is to troll those who are polite, kind to others and who take criticism well.
Once you have selected your victim(s), there are a few basic techniques that you should remember:
· Even if you are wrong to begin an argument, as soon as the other person responds to you, they are in the wrong. So remember to be
France and CleverbotFrance: Oh hon hon~~! Bonjour!France and Cleverbot2 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
Bob's Tattoo and GroceryGraveyard shift sucks. That's it, it sucks, no two ways about it, no making lemonade from those lemons, graveyard shift is a soul-sucking, mind-sapping experience that only the rare person who gets off on misery can enjoy. Naturally, it was the only type of work I could find for my summer vacation.Bob's Tattoo and Grocery3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The local grocery store, Bob's Discount Tattoo and Grocery, had decided to start offering twenty-four hour service to the strange folk who need to buy a gallon of milk or a carton of cigarettes at 3 o'clock in the morning. They needed brave young men and women to man the front lines of the night shift, and, needing a reason to get out of the house during the summer, I applied and was fortunate enough to be hired. It didn't take me long to realize that work sucks almost as bad as being unemployed.
You see, for the earlier part of the evening, we have a few people here and there who come in for the aforementioned odd item, people who for whatever reason just couldn't wait until daylight to pur
Shy!Reader x Hetalia - New Girl (CRACK ending)Shy!Reader x Hetalia - New Girl (CRACK ending)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You felt weird, tentacle- like arms holding onto your body, pulling you back. You turned your head around to see what was hugging you. It was a giant octopus! Out of nowhere, Arthur jumped out and kicked the octopus in the head (A/N: Double-O-Ninja!). The octopus let go of you and then Francis magically appeared and started hitting the octopus repeatedly in the head with a stick. 'This is really weird ' you thought to yourself.
"Don't worry; the Hero will save you!!!" Alfred came charging down the hall clad in a Captain America costume and hit the octopus on the head with his shield until it passed out. All three of the blondes came up to you.
"Thanks I guess " you awkwardly said.
"Oh, by the way, you're pregnant now!" Francis cheerfully said before he picked you up and spun you around. Arthur and Alfred just smiled as they watched you.
Then there were TARDIS noises. The time travelling machine slowly appeared and David Tennant walked out doing the Gangnam Style dance.
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
30 Ways to Piss Off the Doctor1. Steal his sonic screwdriver.30 Ways to Piss Off the Doctor3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
2. Hide his sonic screwdriver.
3. Use his sonic screwdriver as a flashlight.
4. Ask him if he can make his sonic screwdriver into a light saber.
5. Accuse him of asking every girl he sees to come along into the TARDIS.
6. Ask him how Rose is doing.
7. Ask him if parallel worlds exist.
8. Ask him if he's like to be alone with his TARDIS when he starts petting it.
9. Blatantly hit random buttons on the TARDIS in front of him.
10. Remind him what the blue switches do.
11. Pinch someone randomly and when he asks why you did that say "For fun, sir." And smile evilly.
12. Shout "NOBODY CARES GET ON WITH IT" when he's talking.
13. Say his catchphrases. ALL. THE. TIME. (Examples: "Geronimooo!", "Alons-y!", "Brilliant!", "Fantastic!", "Oh, yes!")
14. Write and/or print out Doctor Who fan fictions and put them around the TARDIS for him to find.
15. Ask him why he wears bowties/Converse/leather jackets.
16. Put pears in his breakfast cereal.
17. Tell him the Ood ca
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
Because of Doctor WhoBecause of Doctor Who I am Afraid of...Because of Doctor Who3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
2. Christmas trees
5. school food
7. blue tooth devices
10. children's drawings
11. MRI machines
13. gas masks
14. brass bands
17. the dark
21. coma patients
23. ...and hospitals again
25. weight loss pills
30. old ladies
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