Forging the Truth Chapter 4Forging the Truth Chapter 48 months ago in Settings More Like This
Forging the Truth Chapter 4
Rin and Obito were quietly eating their breakfast. Kakashi continued to read his book. Minato, was the first to say something. "Hurry up. We have to get back out there." He told Rin and Obito. Asuma and Kurenai came walking in. "Hey just wanted to say good luck before you leave." Asuma smiled. Then looked at Kakashi. "Who's he Minato sensei?" "His name is Kakashi." Minato smiled. "But isn't that-" Minato nodded. "Yes it is." Kakashi looked over at Asuma, the young Asuma he used to know, before Kakazu and Hidan murdered him. The Asuma, Shikamaru knew and looked up to. "Did I do something wrong, Kakashi?" Kakashi s
Alice's Prologue A steady shuffling behind her made Alice stop dead in her tracks. She had a feeling she was being followed, and this only confirmed her thoughts. Without looking back, she ran as fast as she could forward. A loud crash made her scream and yelp out, "Just keep going, just keep going, don't get me please..." She whimpered after it stopped chasing her and she cautiously looked back. A sigh of relief escaped her lips and she turned back around, only to be greeted by the burned face of the creature. A scream tore its way out of her throat before a bloody message reading "GAME OVER" with "Try Again?" and "Cancel" underneath. Sighing shakily, she looked at the camera before ending the recording, and said in a quivering voice, "Yeah...no."Alice's Prologue5 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Her roommate opened the door with a loud thump as she fell through the doorway. "Alice~!" She called as she sat up, criss-cross on the floor. Said girl raised an eyebrow, suspicious as to what her devious roommate was planning. "Y
Annabel Lee - Confession of a SeraphA long time ago, I looked down to the sea,Annabel Lee - Confession of a Seraph1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to a town where two lovers were beaming,
and that's why I stole his Annabel Lee.
The finest place on the earth, for all had to be
the green of the ocean, all teeming.
A long time ago, I looked down to the sea.
But the mortal had love greater than the beauty
of the heaven 'round, constantly gleaming,
and that's why I stole his Annabel Lee.
Though I lived in perfection (a great place for me),
it wasn't as good as it seeming.
A long time ago, I looked down to the sea,
and the green of the sea, filled me with jealousy,
to release it I started tears streaming.
A long time ago I looked down t
Peach Perception Chapter 2.1Peach Perception Chapter 2.12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter 2 Part 1 Hard Summer's Day
Breakfast was pretty good it would've been perfect if it had not been for the intense heat plaguing the day. Peach dabbed her forehead with her napkin as she watched the eight Koopa kids in front of her slump in their chairs and fiddle with whatever was left on their plates. The hot weather sucked all the seemingly endless amounts of energy away from them, making them all look like lifeless rag dolls sitting in their chairs. It saddened her, that they all looked so miserable. Living in Dark Land, they had to deal with constant heat already, but the summer weather just made it worse. It was a
The Little Girls DadHer hair was up in a ponytail Her favorite dress tied with a bow Today was Daddy's Day at school And she couldn't wait to go. But her mommy tried to tell her, That she probably should stay home. Why the kids might not understand, If she went to school alone. But she was not afraid; She knew just what to say. What to tell her classmates Of why he wasn't there today. But still her mother worried, For her to face this day alone. And that was why once again, She tried to keep her daughter home. But the little girl went to school, Eager to tell them all. About a dad she never sees, A dad who never calls. There were daddies along the wall in back,The Little Girls Dad3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
HAPPY 21st!!HAPPY 21st!!11 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Cograts to 21 years of Sonic the Hedgehog!!! Here's my pretty touching story on how I found the Blue Blur..
Approximately 9 years ago I got introduced to Sonic TH..Now, I remember some details, not many..I was too young..Now, here's the beginning of my large journey through mobius :XD:
Approximately 9 years ago when Sonic Adventure 2 came out...There were their minigames and such..There was this one mimgame that I was addicted to playing..This one game where Amy had to hit Dr.Eggman and Sonic with her piko piko hammer, similar to wack-a-mole..
After that, I forgot all about Sonic..Until January of 2011..I was going through youtube and I
KH: Alice Madness Begins Part 1In the outskirts of London, there lived a well-off Victorian house away from the bustle and hustle of the city. Inside the house, it was what every Englsh house will have: antiques, carpets from the far East, glass cabinets, tea-sets made from the finest china, and a grandfather clock in the hallway. Upstairs was where all the residents of the house were slumbering after a tiring day. In one of these fine bedrooms, a girl of twelve was clutching to a patched doll rabbit; sleeping soundly. Her room was filled with toys, books, and dresses. In front of her sleeping form was a storybook, no doubt the girl fell asleep while she read and now dreamKH: Alice Madness Begins Part 11 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Milkshake - AdommyBliss.Milkshake - Adommy3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That's what this was.
The smell it emitted when the checkered wrapper was removed, the golden brown of the perfectly smooth shell, the taste that excited his taste buds in each bite.
Oh, this Taco.
Tommy was in his happy place.
Adam watched as Tommy devoured the Taco. Somehow, the look on Tommy's eyes as he ate the Taco turned him on. Adam took small bites of his own taco, while Tommy finished licking the remaining Taco greases off his fingers. Adam silently wondered if that's how Tommy would lick off- "You gonna eat that?" Tommy questioned hungrily. "W-what?" Adam stuttered, coming back to Earth. 'I sai
PoemsWhat These Eyes SeePoems5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With these eyes, I look at thee
And see not what others see
Instead I see beneath the mask
To find out what, you need not ask
You need but look into your heart
To find out what you truly are
Your heart is black, far from divine
But shame on me, for so is mine.
You are my angel, and even though
Your skin may not be as white as snow
Your wings they are the deepest black
That would put to shame a witchs cat
And instead of a halo, you have horns
The tips of which are sharp as thorns
Youre still my angel, and you should know
Whatever your destination, my soul will go.
I feel I
Santa versus AtnasAtnas the bad, mysterious, slySanta versus Atnas1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Travels the world on his sleigh in the sky.
Santa's old friend, now inglorious foe,
This age old story is something to know:
They started out well, as partners in crime
Until one Christmas when Atnas got time.
Santa and Atnas were felons you see,
They robbed, plundered, stole - things so dastardly.
The plans were devised and thought out by Old Nick
As getaway driver he drove oh so quick.
The strong and fit Atnas brought life to the schemes,
And there was the set up of our daring team.
Their usual targets were the rich, banks and stores,
"We have little money, you won't miss some of yours"
RussiaxReader ~ Russian RouletteYou walked briskly down the sidewalk to your friend's house. Russia had invited you over to "play a game, da?" it had been a question, but you really couldn't say no .even if you wanted to. The chilly wind whipped your (h/c) hair around you as you walked up the stairs to the front door of the Russian's house. You pulled your scarf closer to your neck as you waited for the door to open.RussiaxReader ~ Russian Roulette9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Estonia answered the door and his eyes widened. "Oh! H-hello there _-____! You're here to pl-play with us, r-right?" You couldn't help but notice he looked a little scared. What the heck kind of game were you going to be playing?
You walked in quickly to
DO NOT PLAY - 2P!Hetalia x Gamer!Reader Part 1[A/N] If it turns out cracky, I am sorry. orzDO NOT PLAY - 2P!Hetalia x Gamer!Reader Part 111 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A girl stares at her shelf filled with games. She has [Hair length], [Hair color] and [Eye color]. She also has on a [Favorite color] tank top and [Second favorite color] shorts, also she's bare-footed. She goes by the name [Name], and she's one hell of a gamer. She also have gamer friends as well. They always challenge each other with video games. Between Super Smash Bros. Brawl to Gears of War.
[Name] twiddles her fingers as she searches through her game she
WAGL - Accents are S E X Y.England x Reader.WAGL - Accents are S E X Y.1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
"Say the word -are-"
You smirked "Again"
"Are" he said.
You started some kind of fangirl attack (?
"Are you okay, love?"
"Your accent sure is sexy~" You mumbled blushing.
He heard "Then, would you like me to talk to you all day long." He smirked "Whisper to you the word Aaaaaaaree~" he whispered on your ear at which you shivered "And what if I-"
"ARTHURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR" Alfred came running.
"YOU BLOODY TWIT. I'm busy don't you see?" he yelled.
"With what? By the way _____ why are you hiding?"
You were covering your face with your hands smiling widely and blushing. "H
FrUK - Maybe Part 3"Et then we all made up and lived 'appily ever after! Fini!"FrUK - Maybe Part 32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A rather intoxicated Francis babbled, ending the fairy tale he had been telling himself with a slobbish round of self congratulation and applause.
"I know, I know. I am brilliant" France grinned, bowing to his reflection in the hand mirror he had balanced precariously against a stack of old Playboy magazines.
Reaching around twitching until he found a wine bottle the Frenchman bought the glass up close to his face, squinting his eyes so he could see the contents. He shook the bottle once, then twice.
"Ah, merde! It is empty!" he wailed, throwing it behind him where it crashed in
DenmarkxReader - PastriesDenmarkxReader - Pastries9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
(kind of crack)
"Is that everything?" Lukas asked, scribbling your order on his handy-dandy notebook.
You were sitting at a café, trying to spark ideas for a new Hetalia reader-insert. Your laptop was placed on the table, as you flipped through a tiny menu.
"Uhmm, and can I try the Danish?" You replied, not looking away from the menu.
Lukas stopped clicking his pen, and peered down on you. His eyes went into slits. "Are you sure you want that?" He asked uncertain. Or maybe cautious. A little curious, perhaps.
" Yeeeesss?" You said slowly and uncertain at his reaction. "Is there something wrong?"
Nightmare: The Secret KeeperNightmare: The Secret Keeper10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nightmare: The Secret Keeper
I know, I know; I've asked too much of you already
Up until today I've asked for what I don't deserve
I hope, I hope; you will always be able to put up with me
Because everyone else chooses to ignore my words
So please, please; I want you to take me, and hide me far away
I need you to do this for me; I never, ever want to be found again
Take my will, take my heart, take my tears, take my name
Take my life, take my soul, take my fear, take my pain
Pull me into you, and keep me close to your void of a heart, so I can lose myself
Hold me in your arms, and keep everything in your palms, I yearn t
Whispers of the MadWhispers of the Mad:Whispers of the Mad10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your lips remain painted with the scars of torment
Carved so as to split with every word of speech
The glass that slices through your softened flesh
Bears the marking we know as 'Vinashuka'
And now he lies beneath the falling sand
Drowning in a world that is sinking away
Though his feet will seek the stability of ground
He finds himself caught by 'Vinashuka'
A disturbing word that rings hollow at best
For it carries the tone of a tainted solitude
A heart that has been corrupted by physical pain
Can only scream 'Vinashuka!'
How does a man know when he has gone insane?
To descend into a world where logic is na
CloudlessI've seen a blind womanCloudless1 month ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Growing cold outside,
An older image of
Our younger selves.
She wears a shard of mirror
And a broken sword
Screaming "Look at yourself!"
She is the scales; she is the statue,
She is what we should have always been,
But she has long since been replaced by greed.
This eternal rain of dust has fallen
Down upon the scales,
And they're broken,
Rusted, and brown...
What gives you the right to
Take life away?
In the dawning of our darkest hour,
Who says what's right?
What gives us the right to
Take life away?
While these images are cutting through
A cloudless September sky.
AnonymousI am the girl who hides between moth eaten paper backsAnonymous8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And slips into bookstores and devours leather bound spines
I am chloroform lips bitten down, red and rosy
Ink stained finger tips that fold book pages between my pupils
I'm the girl who drowns herself in coffee and cough drops
While remaining curled between Tennyson and Steinbeck
Wasting days wondering why grass is green
And how it can be greener for others and not I
Then I realized its all artificial food colouring
And polystyrene picket fences
Sticky notes yellowed at the edges reminding myself how to smile
I've pasted them on my skin in makeshift paper Mache armour
I Pinky PromiseI Pinky Promise11 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Let us talk for a little while
And let me make you smile
Let me take you out every night
And you will be the best sight
Nothing can compare
Because I love you I swear
An artistAn artist10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring at a blank paper
Is an artist's worst nightmare.
The artist is the shaper,
Their thoughts somewhere up in the air.
They are searching for inspiration,
Sometimes they are even searching the skies.
It takes a lot of concentration,
But you can always see the passion burning in their eyes.
Being an artist does not always mean you're creative.
It just means that you want to create something,
And never want to give up.