She Searches For YouGather 'round, my friends. I have a story to tell, and every word of it is true. It's the story of how I came to this Path, so different from anything I'd known as a child and yet, when I accepted it, it was like I'd been Heathen all along. Which, perhaps I was. They say a Witch is born, not made why can't it be the same with a Viking, even one born some 2,000 years too late?She Searches For You3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I won't explore the ten years I spent as a Christian too deeply now is not the time or the place. But I will tell you a little about what brought me to that Path, and how I completely missed the memo from a certain hammer-carrying, shape-changing duo of Norse gods. Like destiny, hindsight can be a fickle wench. It started in 2001 with a summer afternoon thunderstorm, one of the most intense storms I'd ever experienced. I was away at a local, week-long Christian camp at the time; it was during one of our
By the Hand of BastBy the Hand of Bast4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With the last hieroglyph finished, Wati set aside the scroll he had been working on. He closed The Book of the Dead and ran his hands along the cover. Despite the fact he wrote these words on a regular basis, never had it been so hard. Ra had long since disappeared for his usual voyage, and the wick of his lamp was nearly burnt to the end. As the flame died its orange glow was replaced by the ghostly light of the moon filtering through the linens that covered the windows and door of his small hut.
On either side of the doorway, stood the shadows of two pots. It had been many days since Tiankhit had left him, but still the barley continued to grow. Wati had so hoped for the emmer wheat to sprout first. Like all men, he wanted a son, but had come to love the idea of his daughter just as much. They were overjoyed when the first leaves pressed their way up through the dirt to tell them the news of their child, and the days passed with excitement as they waited to see if they grew to be bar
EenyEeny4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A/N: I don't own all of...this.
This is from Ruffnut's POV. I am not bashing characters, I am trying to stay in character from someone else's perspective. So here is How to Be Psychotic While Someone Else Trains a Dragon.
Explosions rocked the ground, homes crumpled under abrasive flames and people screamed into the night. Weapons flashed through the air, battling teeth and claws and hunger. The blazes ravaging their village blotted out the stars.
This was Asgard for Ruffnut.
She danced around a rolling Viking covered in Terrors, dove to avoid a comet of wild fire, and sprinted towards
MeenyMeeny4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Had Hiccup not been involved with the current season of dragon training, the odds of their practice maze staying intact for the duration of the exercise would have increased tenfold.
According to Fishlegs, at any rate.
"Git tae the edge!" Gobber barked down at them before the braids of his mustache slipped over the bar and out of sight.
The trainees were way ahead of the blacksmith. Ruffnut and her brother had taken refuge behind an already fallen panel. A ways down Fishlegs and Snotlout were pressed against the stone wall.
"This kid..." Ruffnut muttered. She watched wall after wall topple over in a catastrophic wave while Hiccup stood in the middle of it all, uncaring.
Tuffnut sidled up to her side, sniggering.
"Tell me about it," he said. "It'd be awesome if he could control this and direct it towards the dragons."
Ruffnut silently wretched as a rotten stench invaded her nose for the second time that day.
"Ugh," Her hand connected with Tu
Short Story 1 Part 2 :Fiction:--Short Story 1 Part 2 :Fiction:5 years ago in Drama More Like This
I couldn't believe what I saw in there... I'll never forget it.
I looked in and there was a sight. I don't get grossed out by many things, but this was a major grosser...
It was apparently Kyle's parents... They were butt-naked sleeping on the floor... I was staring right at the bottom halves of their body... So I got quite a view.
"Gross..." I mumbled and covered them with a blanket then walked downstairs.
"I'm going to sleep outside. Your parents are butt naked upstairs in your room... I think they were doing it..." I said as I walked outside and got in the car, then fell asleep.
7 Hours Later
The next morning, I woke up and stretched and noticed something odd. Looking out the window, I wasn't even near Kyle's house. In fact, I didn't see his house at all. Or any other houses.
"What... Where am I?" I said, still half asleep.
I got out of the car and looked around. I was surrounded by several trees and a nice quiet river. There were little bunnies and such eve
SmileSmile4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Atsushi Ohkubo owns Soul Eater. I don't. I don't And I also don't own Avril Lavigne or the lyrics to her song.
Bleh. It was going to be one of those unusually long days, I could already tell. I woke up feeling like the worst piece of garbage that couldn't even make it in the can. And I'm almost positive I have bags under my eyes but I'm too tired to even check. It was just going to be that kind of day.
When I woke up I noticed there was a white patch all taped up on the inside of my right shin. I can't really remember what happened last night but I'm going to take a wild guess that it didn't go exactly as I planned. In case it was that bad I wasn't about to check it, I'll just ask the Doc. when we get to school. If I go to school today. This headache is just killing me. And to make things worse, I just saw Soul mixing in a few things you wouldn't usually see in a cup of coffee.
He came over to the little table made for four I was sitting at and placed a cup down
Cross-Genre Character Profile1.Physical Description / Basics Human:Cross-Genre Character Profile6 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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Warriors- Runningwind AnalysisRunningwindWarriors- Runningwind Analysis6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Former names: Runningkit, Runningpaw
Father: Halftail (Sparrowpelt)
Mother: One-eye (White-eye)
Description: swift tabby tom
Other: loyal, never important really, normal warrior
Clan Position: warrior
Death: killed by Tigerclaw(star) and his rouges by the Thunderpath
A first time: PrologueA first time: Prologue4 years ago in Drama More Like This
There's a first time for everything, right?
No matter how many times you continue to do something, you obviously did it a first time, too.
Eating, breathing and even turning on a radio.
There's a first time for everything.
You should keep this in mind as we introduce you to the protagonist of this story; well, antagonist really.
Kitten Cutsalot. You may think she was given her name due to her bloodthirsty nature, but if you presumed such a thing I would have to tell you that you were wrong. She was merely unlucky enough to be born with such an outlandish name.
On the contrary, Kitten's home life was rather normal, which might surprise you at first, as we all know far too well that Kitten has a knack for killing things.
However, like I stated earlier on, there is a first time for everything, therefore, there must have been a first time that Kitten took the life of another, that is the story I am about to lay before you.
So make sure you lock your doors, close your windows and just for a
I hate --I hate --4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I hate that I have nothing better to do than to make this list.
I hate how I'm going to make about 43578978 typos while writing this.
I hate how I'm too lazy to go back and fix said typos.
I hate that I don't have word office or whatever to correct my typos.
I hate that my computer crashes every other month.
I hate how I still don't use a flash drive to back my work up.
I hate that I had so many unfinished, near-completion pictures I lost because of said crash.
I hate how long it takes me to finish art trades.
I hate how people take shit so seriously.
I hate that I used to take shit so seriously.
I hate how people can take the -internet- so seriously.
I hate that there will be those few select people who take these lists seriously.
I hate how out of those people, a few of them will pretend to take it seriously, but they really don't, and are just arguing for the lulz.
I hate how much I love reading do it for the lulz's stuff.
I hate yaoi.
I hate yaoi's incredibly scary fan base.
Character Profile FormCharacter Profile Form9 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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